no longer the bike messenger
Delivery
Watercolor.
I had to quit my bike-messaging job. Bike messengers don’t make very much and I guess it makes more sense for me to put my more financially lucrative skills to work. Honestly, though, bike messaging was the best job I’ve ever had. I’ve never looked forward to working more or felt better about the work that I was doing than I did over the past five weeks. When I quit I told them I’d be back. If I get a job teaching I can still do it in the summer. Happiness is working hard all day and going to sleep with you muscles humming. I’m in fantastic shape and I feel so good. I wish I could stay this way forever.
Office jobs may pay more, but you have to pay the price of wasting away in dry air-conditioned cubicles. At lest teaching keeps me on my feet… I wish I could find a job that paid a living wage where I could work outside and do real work instead of just shuffling papers. I don’t understand the way this world works. The best-paid jobs involve the least physical effort. It seems backwards to me.