Within half an hour of arriving at work today, I put in for leave on Friday. No particular reason, other than I can't take this shit anymore. I've been on auto-pilot for the better part of three years now, and I don't see things improving here. I'm thankful to have a job, especially when so many people in this country are struggling, but there comes a point where one has to stop and take stock of their life. Try as I might, I can't envision another 25-30 years like this, where the high point of my workday consists of getting the occasional free soda from the vending machine and looking at shaved pussies on my cellphone (yay, Tumblr!) during my lunch break (okay, okay...every 2 hours.)
We've been talking about loneliness quite a bit these days, and sure it can be a drag but the flipside to loneliness, to having no one in your life, is that you're only responsible for yourself. I think it was SBKW that once said to me, "It took having kids for me to realize just how free I was before." That's some heavy shit right there, but he's right on; with kids and a soon-to-be-wife, he can't, no matter how much he wants to, say "fuck it" and dip out on his job. But me? I've only got myself and this mangy hound to worry about; what the hell am I still doing here?
So, I told my co-workers today, "we should take thirty minutes a day to brainstorm ideas to get us the hell out of this place." They may not know it, but I'm as serious as a heart attack. I'm shooting for the stars, but I really only need to clear the treetops; enough to pay off my mortgage and I'm home fucking free. Seriously, I'd go back to working at The Terminal as a part-timer, and maybe spend a month or two travelling each year. All the while, working on an even bigger scheme to line my pockets because, while I can get by on less, I'd prefer not to have to do so.
I don't know about you lot, but I don't want to be, "wishing too late for things to go my way."
Death gets nearer with each passing day, so let's do this shit.
Let's get free.
3 comments:
Million Dollar Idea Club. I think we tried this before, but let's do it again.
Shit, I will settle for $200,000 Idea Club.
And I would sadly settle for a regular, dickass job for $40,000/year instead of having to live fucking contract extension after contract extension at the FDIC with NO paid time off for almost TWO AND A HALF YEARS now, a paultry THREE piddly ass days of sick leave each YEAR, NO 401K or any of them other fancy "bennies" I used to have at my last "permanent" job, sigh, FML. Misery loves company, so say we all.
- SBAP/El Rojo
ps - on the bright side of this gig, at least I have health unsurance and a pretty good health savings plan that paid for all my dental and vision stuff I needed last year
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