Mar 31, 2011 11:36
On St Patrick's day, I ate an eye-opening brownie. I probably wasn't sober until after 1pm the next day. I say "probably" because I was up all night talking with Dan and sleep deprivation makes me a little wacky and hyper. Maybe it was the brownie, the full moon, or just a young-life crisis, but it's time for change.
I'm no longer interested in working for my company. The hot, sexy men I worked with have all left (one became a fireman and the other moved back to Canada) and I haven't really learned anything new for over 2 years. Couple with the fact that all my work deals with health impacts on humans (like I could give a flying fuck), I'm pretty much over working for my current company.
True, I could probably try moving to another division within the company and either study impacts on some of the other 99.99% of the life on this planet or try working more with environmental justice issues, but opportunities are lacking. The Oregon and Seattle divisions that deal with fisheries and wetlands has been extremely light on work the entire time I've been with this company and I know no one who deals with environmental justice concerns regularly. These are some of the feelings that lead to my talk with Dan.
Recently, Dan has been programming for Android phones. He has released two apps for some rather niche markets (a MUD client and a character browser) and has made a little bit of money because of it. While he hasn't earned anywhere near enough for us to retire on, the apps have shown me the lucrative potential that is the mobile apps market. This market is young and every day more competition enters. I believe we have the potential to make a decent living working on our own, but the longer we wait, the more competition we have to deal with... or at least, that's what I'm planning on telling work when I hand over my resignation.
First, however, I need to talk with a CPA and figure out if I'm completely bat-shit crazy.