Is it just me, or has this felt like a 5-Monday week?

If I had a choice between fulfilling my career ambitions and finding $20 million in a garbage can, I'd choose the $20 mil. That must mean I lack ambition, or maybe it means my career is just a means toward fulfilling my ambition, which is to have $20 million. In that case, I'm an ambitious person.

I remember when I was a kid, I wanted to be a doctor, and when people asked me why I wanted to be a doctor, I'd tell them because I liked helping people. Now that I'm in the business of journalism, I guess my answer to that question should be, "because it's what I love to do."

But who am I kidding? If I had a choice between going to work every morning and sleeping in -- and getting paid for both -- I'd probably sleep in. Then I'd eat two strips of bacon. Because it's what I love to do.

Choosing a career doesn't involve figuring out what you love to do. It involves figuring out what sucks the least for you while providing a steady income. Otherwise we'd all emulate Jules from Pulp Fiction. You know, walk the earth. . . . meet people, get into adventures. Like Caine in Kung Fu.

That's the question our high school counselors should have asked us. Not "What's your passion in life, Johnny?" But "What sucks the least for you and gets you paid, Johnny?" Our counselors were full of crap.

So I guess if you really want to know what my ambition is -- my genuine ambition -- it boils down to finding $20 mil in a garbage can and sleeping in. I would also love to win the lottery. And eat two strips of bacon a day without any health repercussions.

A man can dream. We can ALL dream, friends. It's just that we have to wake up the following morning and go to work.