Algebra lesson for myself
I have battery acid coursing through my veins.
I am so disturbed about how much I hate working for a living that I am starting to just hate myself in general. The job, while mildly annoying, isn’t bad — it’s just the same shit, different company. I am tired of being a slave to the profession — X plus Y will always equal Z unless I learn to change the variables. Mismanagement plus my great talent will always equal an unfulfilling working experience. And that unfortunately bleeds straight into my personal life — I don’t exercise, I eat terribly and I don’t have the energy to crawl out of my rut that happens to be in front of the television. I need to remove that X variable and replace mismanagement with working for myself; Y can equal persistence, hard work and talent; and then Z will equal the ability to pay bills and enjoy life. The benefit plan will include me taking care of my body for perhaps the first time in my life, which will definitely increase my happiness tenfold, possibly more.
I don’t think I’m going to blog again today. I am behind in my work and need to actually focus on it. (damn!) That, and I’m lying face-down in a river of unhappiness right now, and it’s just not worth recording it for posterity.