Its been more than a year and half since I took this position and all of the perks and responsibilities that came with it.
When I was a temp I was making shit money, just enough to pay the rent and keep the fridge stocked (with beer). I was broke but I was undoubtedly a hell of a lot happier because I had the power to leave at any time. Just leave a big ‘fuck you’ on the monitor and never come back.
Now.. well.. now it’s a bit different, isn’t it? The money is great, but they don’t tell you that as soon as you start using it, your utterly in the shit. The bills pile up and the ability to fuck off at a moments notice disappears. People depend on you for their well being. The fridge has wonder bread and lunch meats.
For the record I never dropped a job, temporary or otherwise, without the requisite two weeks. It was enough to have the illusion of freedom.
Friday, January 25, 2008
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Sounds like you have found your Stockade fence. See my Alone, lonely, horny post from today.
Grown up.
All grown up.
Ain't what you thought hugh?
Big fat fuck you somedays.
Wait.
Have kids.
You know I think jobs suck.
Good for you though really.
Good job, money.
It will take time but it will all translate into happiness.
Too optimistic perhaps! But it will.
Me either but the loss of that illusion is indescribably painful.
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