For any gringos too lazy to plug its title into Google Translate, this is a post about the first morning after departing WC Purgatory. Why am I writing it on the morning of Day 4? Please refer to the last post concerning the disjointedness (temporal or otherwise) of my thoughts. I make no apologies. Sorry if that bothers you.
If you’ve been following this website for any length of time, you will have an appreciation for the fact that my thoughts tend to form in fragmented, non-linear bursts rather than in single-track, sequential order. This generally results in ideas that originate as – to borrow from a field of study that I have no business talking about – clouds of cosmic dust, gradually condensing into more recognizable celestial objects as they float around the infinite emptiness of my cranium.
Quick housekeeping thing.
You may have noticed a change in the name and tagline of this website and, unless you assumed it was because I’m still super into 90s alternative music, you’ve probably figured out exactly what prompted it. But let’s go ahead and spell it out.
So what now?
I quit my job, with no replacement income secured. I’ve alluded to the fact that I want to do “more” than what I’ve been doing. I’ve hinted at a “big idea”.
Sure, buddy. Let’s hear what you’ve got.
Okay…you ready? Here’s The Big Idea…
I started work at 5:30AM today.
My eyes fluttered open and my mind started racing. Every single thought I have is now on the clock. Welcome to The New Reality.
Today, I tendered my resignation and walked out of white-collar purgatory for good.
Franklin: “Happy to have you aboard! I think you’re really going to love it here.”
Isaac: “Me too! I’m excited to join the team!”
The two shook hands in a symbolic consummation of their professional relationship – the gesture to make spiritually official what was already ‘official’ in a more literal sense. Franklin held the signed employment agreement in his left hand, smiling as he cordially showed Isaac to the exit with his right.
I hope no one’s in here. I love it when no one’s in here.
Yes! It’s empty. Sweet, sweet sanctuary. If I had known, I would have brought a bean-bag chair and hung out for a while.
Heh – bean-bag chairs. I remember those.
This post is a sequel to the previous one. I can’t force you to do anything, but I can tell you that I will plant a tree and muss a child’s hair if you read that first. And yeah, I just provided two links to the same thing. Such is the extent of my helpfulness. You’re welcome.
Jesus, what a day.
This morning, had to break into a half-jog because Greg from Accounts held the door for an awkwardly considerate distance. (Seriously, Greg?? Do I really look like I’m not capable of opening a door for myself?) Then my god-forsaken computer needed ANOTHER software update, which of course meant that that lunatic Joanne felt like she had carte blanche to talk my ear off. And always about the most insane stuff! Really, Joanne?! Do I REALLY need to hear about your husband’s gassiness? Who raised you??
Amazing day at the office today!
This morning, had to break into a half-jog because Greg from Accounts held the door for an awkwardly considerate distance (Thanks Greg! So thoughtful!). Then my computer took a while to start up because of a software update, which gave me a chance to enjoy Joanne’s usual pop-in (most days I’m a tiny bit distracted when she drops by). She is such a quirky lady – I hope her husband finds out what’s causing him to be so gassy these days. Love you Joanne!