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May 9, 2001Not that it makes a big difference, but this will be my last post for a while. Nancy and I are headed to the East Coast, far removed from ringing phones, clacking keyboards, and co-workers of the *duh* persuasion. I hesitate to call this a vacation. It's more like a test. A test to see if my disgust and disillusionment of the office is because I truly hate my job or because I'm merely physically tired. I think I know the answer.I think everyone knows the answer. In theory, I do the bullshit work I do to fund my writing here. (By bullshit, I mean being asked, "My computer's dead. Why?" Answer: It's not plugged in, moron). Paying dues, bottom feeding, call it what you will. I can't write for people I hate. And I won't stop hating them till I don't have to work with them on a daily basis. The ideal solution? Quit my existing job here, sign back on as a freelance writer, and "pay my dues" somewhere else. I don't expect the work to be any more fulfilling or enjoyable at my next location, but at least I'll make more money for probably less work. I'm not sure the non-profit sector is for me anymore. I need money, plain and simple. I need happiness. I need to wake up and not go, "Fuck...time for work." I think that's fair. posted by Fender Bender at 3:27 PM
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