What we're talking about today:
Talking about Work... Sucks
I rose for my seat, lifted my middle
finger and said, “fuck you, fuck this place... and fuck everything
this place stands for... I quit.”
While it's no secret I quit my job.
For the sake of this blog, I haven't divulged exactly how the episode
went down.
For the sake of transparency... It didn't happen like
above.
No cussing, no rage, nothing like the first sentence of this
post... that, is what we call in the business, was a hook. But I did walk away from a regular,
full-time gig that paid $58K per year. And that is all that matters
for the sake of this article. We'll get to the gritty details of
“quit day” soon enough.
It's different to have a career and to
work full-time. Garbage men work full-time, being a social worker
for an at-risk youth group is a career. The prior probably pays
more... The latter, might be more fulfilling. Unless you are a
dirtbag and like grunge.
Why am I bringing up the obvious? I
guess it's because I finally realized why I struggled so much with
the real world bullshit of having to work full-time. I just didn't
get why I was doing it. Living pay check to pay check is not every
college graduates plan. But sadly, it's most of our reality. I have
shit ton of student loan money left to pay and I have been a
professional for 15 years. Why keep at it?
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