Working to Live - When Will It Stop?

I dread the days when I have to get up and go to work that I do not love. I thought part-time teaching would be good for me; alas, it's not. When you earn a little over $3 per hour while "performing" for a bunch of rude and lazy kids, the motivation to teach wanes. If only they were poor and diligent, it would have been a different story. But these college students I've been dealing with since June this year have just been an additional responsibility that I intend not to keep after the first semester ends. Not all are bad, of course. There are also those who have somehow managed to make me laugh with their funny and witty remarks. However, they are just a few good ones.

Smorgasbord - Rants, Angst, Etc.

As I write this, I still have no clue about what I want to say. You see, I started blogging years ago. Like chatting for the first time, I became quite addicted to it. Each day, I would think of what to write about. It's as if I have people following my posts. An imaginary audience, indeed. 

I remember having daily posts. I'd find the time to blog simply because it was a novel exercise. Then it came to a point when I got tired listening to myself, hearing my voice, reading my thoughts. It's very self-centered that I wanted to puke. 

Working in cyberspace, telecommuting, and staying at home

At that time, I didn't know that I could earn from blogging. I registered on AdSense and a blogging site that no longer exists now. I did earn $0.99 from that gig though. It remained that way until January 2011 when I experimented on paying for AdWords. I earned around $3 until end of February when my measly funds ran out.