after a long day with the noose around my neck, it was oddly fitting that i stumbled upon these articles*. every day that i go in to work, i find myself less and less motivated to do anything. i don’t know if i’ve mentioned this before, but i despise my job. i despise having to sell my time for something that i consider so trivial. i have a job that was created for morons, something that should be done by robots or psychiatrists. it’s repetitive, it’s unproductive, and most days i feel like a punching bag.
but there’s good news. every day i spend there is one day i get closer to leaving. there’s no logical reason for me to be stuck there. the only real reason i’m still there is because i want to be. it’s an easy job and i’m really good at it.
it’s time to move on. get out and do what i want to do, not what i can do to get by. my job is going to have an increasingly small place in my life from now on. i’m going phase it out. i’ve already started. writing this post is the first (baby) step (to the elevator). writing more regularly is part of my plan. so is having setbacks and not writing for a while. it’s happened before and, whether i like it or not, it’s going to happen again. but i’m not worried. that’s part of this plan. (so was adding one of those ‘motivational’ posters that you see in shitty offices throughout this post. this is actually one of the posters in my shitty office. i took some covert pictures with c3po.)
*in no particular order: one, two, three, four.
ps- why do i have the feeling i’m going to regret this post in the morning? my apologies for the “daily affirmations with stuart smalley” vibe of this post. i feel like i just drunk-dialed an ex or something.
i don’t know what to do. i think it may have something to do with the thunderstorm. at least that’s what the physicist guy from my work tells me. but he’s kind of weird.
i probably should have posted this a week ago, but i’m that lazy. i plugged my external hard drive into my computer and, horror of horrors, i got nothing. no icon on the desktop. the little power light was on, i could hear it spinning, and i doubt there’s anything wrong with both of the firewire ports on my computer, so i’m not really sure what to say. i just really can’t have that drive die on me. i got it four years ago, so it has a ton of old stuff- recordings of me playing guitar, old pictures of me and my shitty old band, a few websites i had built, old receipts and financial records (still haven’t done my taxes this year), ALL of my music, and worst of all- my secret project. i had been working on some stuff and a redesign of this dated monstrosity.
now what? try to take it somewhere to get fixed? it almost seems like that would be admitting defeat and the possibility that i may never get my shit back. so instead i’m going to give him a beer and hope he comes around.
i just had to post these links. now if only someone would get started on experimenting with adding tails. i would love to be able to have a tail ‘grafted’ on. a monkey tail of course, so it could be like an extra hand or i could even help me balance when i’m drunk.
pushing the limits of what can be done with eyeballs is cool and all, but what i’m really looking for are retinal implants. i know the basics can be done now, but i want infra-red, heat and night vision, and superhuman zoom.
ps- i have no idea what’s up with the formatting in the previous post and i’m too lazy to fix it.
