|Courtesy of Scott Feldstein|
I was already dreaming of this and then my mom went ahead and gave me a Starbuck's gift card and that's only fueling my desire. It's like she gave me a few free days of office rent. Yes, I count coffee costs as rent because you have to pay for a coffee in order to use the WiFi and a table. Okay, maybe you don't technically have to, but it's pretty cheap and trashy if you sit there all day, no coffee, with a laptop/fax/copier/scanner/printer set-up whilst screaming BUY, BUY, SELL, SELL on your...cell. Please note that the only thing I know about the stock market is that my Uncle Bob (everybody has one) works in trading and that my boyfriend once explained futures to me and despite that conversation and my 347,862 questions, he's still speaking to me.
To top it all off, I'm in the middle of reading The Four-Hour Work Week by Timothy Ferriss and it's like that time I walked by the homeless man in New York and caught myself walking slower and slower because I really liked what he was saying about enjoying life. I almost wanted to yell out in support, but I got a little closer and saw the crazy in his eyes, not my type of crazy, the