So I have decided that 2014 will be my year
Because I can't stand another one like 2013.
This shall be the year in which I finally manage to graduate college - once again (two bachelor degrees at 32 is not bad, right?). So I will work extra hard on my studies and graduate with good grades and a well-written thesis. It needs not to change the world - it just needs to make me smile when I read it.
It must also be the year in which I get to make my boss understand that he does not own my life and that the fact that he thinks I'm stupid for going back to college means absolutely nothing to me. I must make him understand that offering me a 'wonderful opportunity' that would make me essentially work 12 hours a day for him just because he doesn't want to pay labor rights to someone else is in no way wonderful. Who in the world does he think he's fooling, anyway?
I must make him understand that before I leave once and for all. It's not for his sake; I just feel sorry for the poor bastard who will replace me when I go. I don't wish someone else to go to jail for throwing a chair at his head (something I'm dangerously close to doing some days).
I will need, then, to find another job, which, please, should be in some place which actually matters. After much soul-searching and obssessive thinking, I have realized that my work must matter; I no longer want to spend my days writing meaningless texts about economy that a chimp could have written. If not extremely meaningful, heart-warming and good, my job should be at least fun. Travel writing comes to mind (Now that would be wonderful).
This shall be a year of transformation and of saving money, for when I finally - oh finally - leave that job that's sucking my life force like a Dementor (saw that one in a blog and loved the analogy). It will be my year.
This shall be the year in which I finally manage to graduate college - once again (two bachelor degrees at 32 is not bad, right?). So I will work extra hard on my studies and graduate with good grades and a well-written thesis. It needs not to change the world - it just needs to make me smile when I read it.
It must also be the year in which I get to make my boss understand that he does not own my life and that the fact that he thinks I'm stupid for going back to college means absolutely nothing to me. I must make him understand that offering me a 'wonderful opportunity' that would make me essentially work 12 hours a day for him just because he doesn't want to pay labor rights to someone else is in no way wonderful. Who in the world does he think he's fooling, anyway?
I must make him understand that before I leave once and for all. It's not for his sake; I just feel sorry for the poor bastard who will replace me when I go. I don't wish someone else to go to jail for throwing a chair at his head (something I'm dangerously close to doing some days).
I will need, then, to find another job, which, please, should be in some place which actually matters. After much soul-searching and obssessive thinking, I have realized that my work must matter; I no longer want to spend my days writing meaningless texts about economy that a chimp could have written. If not extremely meaningful, heart-warming and good, my job should be at least fun. Travel writing comes to mind (Now that would be wonderful).
This shall be a year of transformation and of saving money, for when I finally - oh finally - leave that job that's sucking my life force like a Dementor (saw that one in a blog and loved the analogy). It will be my year.