Well, here I am without a job and without a clue. It's about time I decide what I want this next phase of my life to be about. I've tried the military in hopes of having an adventurous life filled with travel to exotic locations with the opportunity to immerse myself in foreign cultures and kill the local inhabitants. I went to college to gain knowledge and wisdom. I then went against my better judgment and became a corporate shill in hopes of never having to worry about money again. So, what's next? What sort of poorly planned venture shall I embark upon next?
Quite frankly, I don't know nor do I really give a shit at this point. I do know that of all the afore mentioned life paths I've been down, the whole corporate thing was the worst idea. I just don't fit in that environment. In retrospect, the military was actually a good idea, but it seemed pretty shitty at the time. College was the best, but it's kind of hard to pay the bills by going to class. So, what do I want to be when I grow up? At 35, it seems like a pertinent question.
OK, let's take stock of what's happening and what's about to happen. I am still enrolled in graduate school, so there's that. In fact, one of my plans for the upcoming phase of my life is to concentrate on that a bit more. Just taking one class at a time is simply taking too fucking long. We're about to move to an area that will facilitate our getting by with one car. That being said, I'm just about to offload my beloved Mustang to a friend who's in desperate need for a new one. I'm going to replace it with a motorcycle, which will cut my expenses considerably. So, that will remove the need to chase the almighty dollar like so many sheeple get trapped into doing. Not that I disparage people for wanting to make enough money to live comfortably - a lot of people have families and other responsibilities that require a sacrifice of dignity. But that's just the problem. I don't have a family, I only have a wife and she's all grown up now and can take care of herself. It's just not worth it to me to be constantly reminded of how important my job is lest they take away my fancy car and palatial mansion. I'm through suppressing my sense of morality for the sake of accumulating more useless shit. At least, for now.
But, I'm still going to have to earn some sort of living. As much as the Mrs. would absolutely love to give me a free ride and keep me as the hot trophy husband, I just don't think that's fair. Besides, I'm sure she'd expect me to clean or something. Fuck that. Personally, I'd love to work in a bookstore or a coffee shop. I'm sure that anyone who has had one of those jobs will tell me how much they suck, but what else can you do the a BA in anthropology? Not much worth mentioning - trust me on that.
I have applied for a couple of actual "jobs," though. Not that I'm holding out much hope for them. It seems that I'm currently tailor-made for low-level corporate shit pump jobs. I'm overqualified for the mindless and fun jobs and I'm unqualified for the jobs that I think could have some meaning to me. Fuck it, maybe I'll just be a substitute teacher. From what I've read, it seems to have all the stress and misery of being a teacher without all that bothersome cash. Or I could quit being a lazy fuck and write my bestselling novel. No, according to Steve Jobs, people don't read anymore. What an asshole.
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