So about the time I stopped posting was the time I started sitting for a living. All of a sudden, I didn’t think I was seeing anything neat anymore. I truly felt the joy of life sucked out of me.
Thursday, Bob changed that.
Bob came up to my cubicle and asked me a question.
"You eatin’ lunch?"
"Well, come see me when you are done."
Well I was done. Bob is the head of HR from our Jersey office. We only see him in BAWA when someone is going home early. Bob was here to see me.
So I went to my GM’s office (he was out of town, so Bob was doing the dirty), shook Bob’s hand, and sat down.
We talked about how it wasn’t my fault, and the company want’s me back as soon as things pick up, but there was no point in my department. I could go do physical labor in our sister company.
I thanked Bob, stood up, and smiled like I haven’t in years.
Four years of living in comfort, rather than working towards the career I loved made me hate myself. I wasn’t the punk rock dipshit that was ready to take on the world, playing as hard as I worked.
No, I was going to bed at 9:30 PM Sunday thru Saturday, because I was too beaten down to embrace my free time. I wasn’t going out with my wife (or doing enough staying in) I was just “passing the fuck out.” Causing me to wake up at 4:30 AM on Saturday mornings completely exhausted but unable to sleep.
It has been 4 days now.
I have seen 11:00 PM every night.
I slept until 7:30 AM!
I feel more alive than I have felt in a long time.
Pop culture shows us the relief the downtrodden working stiff gets when he looks at his corporate masters and says “Take this job and shove it!” Honestly, I feel the same elation having been the one who was shoved.
Yes, the loss of money will quickly suck, and looking for jobs is an exercise in emotional self flagellation, but I cannot help but feel a certain freedom in the opportunity to focus 24 hours a day working towards what I want out of life. To regain focus on a new career is an opportunity to embrace. I’m ready to bear hug the crap out of it.
This is a picture of me smiling on a Monday morning. This is Something Neat I Saw Today.
OK. We’re done here.
I’m sorry DC, but my mom says we can’t be friends anymore. She says you are a bad influence on me.
In honor of my visit to Jay and Silent Bob’s Secret Stash.