The Aerie
June first. The rocket-sled to Hell continues to accelerate. The entire month of May went by like a long feverish nightmare: 24-hour working stints, 14-day stretches without a day off, and an entire spring month of gray rain.
And with no end in sight, I've just decided I've got to say the hell with it all and let the powers that be at work become displeased with me. Today I was a millisecond from walking off the job, so why should I care if I get canned?
So after a month of wasted time, this month it's journal entries, and trips to the gym, and walks and time with the kids, and if I don't make any deadlines and everyone has a shrieking fit, I don't care. I'm getting to old for this crap. And for a contract position no less.
I've got a book to finish writing, I've got sunlight to soak up, and my kids won't be 13.8 and 10.5 years old again, ever. So I've decided to take the Homer Simpson approach - he regularly gets fired from his job,takes another job, gets his old job back, etc. If it can work for an ageless fictional cartoon character, why not for me?
Posted by Albatross at June 1, 2005 12:33 AM