Monday, June 17, 2013

For The Rest of my Life

There is no way. No fucking way on earth. I got up this morning, with the awful feeling in my eyes that is combination onion tears, sand and glass and realized it was time to start putting myself together for another work day and it hit me. NO.

Not a chance. Some people look at the person they are going to marry and have doubts like -ooh, I don't with this person for the rest of my life? Ehhh, hmmmm..... I just don't know...

Me? I wake up..lay there with my eyes sealed shut..think about how long it will take me to pack up a lunch, get travel coffee and water ready, take some vitamins and run through the shower like its a backyard sprinkler, bunch my hair into an unforgiving knot and toss on some office clothes. During this whole mental marathon I realize... NO.

I don't want to do this. I don't think this is going to work for the rest of my life. Nope. Just won't do.

If you hate your job, your position is beneath you, you are not sure how you got into this mess and you know you need nothing more than a butter covered shovel of fate to dig you out and push you onto your real life, I understand your pain. Come over to my house, there will be wine served and I don't care who thinks its too early to start drinking. We will start a revolution. Burn bras. Whatever you're into. I'm game. Let's march on Main Street and state our grievances. Let's take what is ours instead of asking. We've taken a back seat for too long. Let's drive.

I cheat on my job all the time by writing this blog, but it still doesn't make me happy to go there. That plan never works out the way people think it will. Everything will have its challenges in life, and I am determined to make the best of a bad situation, but come the fuck on already. No one benefits from this. Even the ones that do. The complacency and expectations grow by the day so it will be even harder when the band aid rips off. In the end, I've always known what to do. Time to make some friends. And enemies. If you think you get one without the other, you are more delusional than you look. Let's do something else with the rest of the time we have on this rock.

1 comment:

  1. I've hated the work I do for a really long time now. I don't hate working per se, I hate working for other people. It boggles my mind how ass backwards people run their businesses. Which is why I started my own. I put together my blog as a means to an end, so that I could one day work for myself. Having it doesn't make going to my job any easier but at least it gives me hope that one day I'll be running my own show. I love what you're writing about. I think you're making good use of the rest of your time and I'll be your friend! But I know how you feel. I wrote an article on how to deal with the Sunday blues because I get so depressed about going to my job at the end of the weekend. Sometimes I start having anxiety on Saturday nights! Anyway, we're not alone. Check this out: