My hidden talent - 22nd September 2012

Blackjack...who knew?

I finally have a practical Plan B. Let me explain. Many years ago when I started my first job out of university, I had an epiphany. It went something like this: "This working thing is totally over rated. There has to be a better way." This comment was made as I crawled to the bathroom one morning almost in tears at the realisation my life would never again consist of sessions at the uni bar, shopping trips and episodes of Days of Our Lives.
Anyway, I digress. The point is I have spent the past 13 years looking for my 'Plan B' - or the strategy that will allow me to live a life of relative luxury without working in the traditional sense. Numerous ideas have been considered, but nothing has been a better bet than winning the Lotto or a BoysTown draw. I am the first to admit neither is a strong Plan B.
But just when I was losing hope (and staring down the barrel of retirement at 65), I think I've found the answer. Blackjack. Yes that's right, Blackjack. For reasons I won't explain we ended up at the casino tonight. Fast forward and there I was killing it at the Blackjack table. My definition of killing it is winning more chips than I started with and lending James my chips because he'd lost all his. While I understand marital bragging rights should't be considered when deciding on a Plan B, I'm thinking my hidden talent for gambling might just be the answer. It's perfect in so many ways. I can play Blackjack online in my pyjamas. I can watch Ellen and re-runs of Oprah while I 'work'. I can also choose my hours until I win enough to stop working all together. OMG this is a much better Plan B than winning Lotto. How did I not think of this before. Right now I am grateful for the hope my newly discovered talent has delivered. It may be misplaced hope, but it's still hope.