Pressure drop

[mr_fisticuffs]

I almost gave up today, almost quit my job and told my parents I was moving back.
Almost.

Instead I decided to get my shit together. Be responsible. Budget. Relax.

I wanted to write a piece about how in the cadence of madness the silence of the apocalypse can be heard. You guessed it, I'm way to lazy.

Comments

[sassyroadpylon]

fight the good fight!

[brandon_ken]

That sounds like a lot of effort. Way more than writing a piece about how in the cadence of madness the silence of the apocalypse can be heard.

[sassyroadpylon]

uuuuh. right. what you said.

[mr_fisticuffs]

I did end up writting. When I was finished I realized that my piece was primarily about pudding.

[glynwithahat]

I don't know exactly what it was that set you off, but while I still live at home and don't have to worry about bills other than the small sum of money I pay for "rent," I realize how bloody awful it is to have to compromise yourself and your existence by having to work. I fucking hate getting up in the morning for work. I hate getting bossed around. I'd rather take walks on the fucking beach all day and sing to myself. Hell, I nearly quit MY job today, but then realized that it would just put me in a worse predicament.

I swear, Guimond, one day I'll quit the rat race forever and never look back...something will happen....

[brandon_ken]

You work?! Fuck, I thought you just walked on the beach and sang to yourself all day.

Just kidding. What you need to do is be your own boss, and have your job be bossing others around. That'll make you appreciate work way more, I think.

But, that's way too much work. Forget that.