Too Comfortable?

Today I sat on a bus with an elderly man who was obviously crotchety and/or a bit senial (at least I hope considering his behavior). When a young African American girl sat down next to him I believe I actually heard him ask her if she was an American or not in a very surprised tone of voice. Later in the ride he began to curse a man in a wheelchair because it meant that he would have to move (crotchety old man was sitting in the row of seats that must be flipped up in order to have a place for the wheelchair to be strapped to the bus for safety's sake). It was unbelieveable, the woman next to me and I gave small disaproving coughs under our breaths and she turned to me and said "people are so damn greedy sometimes." Amen sista, amen.

I also had a moment with my editor-in-chief when he made me think twice about comfort. I was talking about my job-juggling (3 jobs if you include my freelance work for his paper) and he said something about how I was young and that's how it's supposed to be. I responded saying I was thinking about quitting my 2 nights a week at the theatre to which he replied, nah drop the full time job. Thing is, he meant it. I am in no way planning on dropping my new full time job, however, it was a good reminder to me that I shouldn't get too comfortable in it because it truly is only something to keep me in cash and insurance until I decide what I want to be when I grow up and I cannot lose sight of that.