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September 21, 2005
Reason Number 117 I Want To Work For Myself
I was up all night working on various project for work--both my current consulting job and the Big Idea. It was just after 5 a.m. when my dad came downstairs repeating over and over and over (in a rather loud voice):
GOD DAMN IT
GOD DAMN IT
GOD DAMN IT
GOD DAMN IT
The scary thing was that he wasn't particularly angry (growing up, we heard him occasionally utter a swear word--an "in the heat of the moment" sort of thing), just frustrated and at the end of his rope. Apparently, he couldn't find his magic all-in-one-cell-phone-pager-email-thing and was going to be late for a meeting. I ended up helping him scour the house for it, only to have him remember that it was in the car from the night before.
The stress in his voice emphasized that he hates his job. REALLY hates it. In fact, has hated it for longer than I can remember. I honestly don't know why he still does it. I guess its the reason that Jess and I are always getting into trouble with our bosses, teachers, and other "figures of authority". We like to take on a challenge, to fight the good fight.
But jeez. Sometimes you just have to say, screw the magic cell phone, I'm calling in sick. And by sick, I mean:
I QUIT.
Comments
I know it's not quite on the same level, but when I was 16 and working at Burger King, I would regularly "quit". Regularly telling all my co-workers that I was quiting as soon as this shift was done. Then when I got done I would go to the manager and tell her "I quit!... See you tomorrow". There was just some psychological goody good feeling about saying "I quit". Even if you start up again the next day. Never quit quitting.
Posted by: gizmo guy at September 24, 2005 11:14 PM
