Jan 17, 2008 15:35
I'm mad.
Madder than I've been in a long time.
I'm quitting my job.
I don't care.
I'm quitting my job.
I'll be a starving artist...I WILL!
IT'S NOT WORTH IT!!! THIS JOB IS KILLING ME AND IF I STAY HERE ANY LONGER I MAY KILL SOMEONE ELSE TOO!
WHY DO I HAVE TO CONFORM TO THE STATUS QUO??? WHY DO I HAVE TO ALWAYS BE THINKING RATIONALLY? WHY AM I WORRIED ABOUT RETIREMENT, OR BEING ABLE TO BUY MY BEAUTIFUL NEW NISSAN ALTIMA???
I'LL RIDE MY BIKE EVERYWHERE, WORK UNTIL I DIE, AND THAT'S THAT.
*slumps in a heap and cries, gets up, pops a bag of movie theater pop corn and watches the first Harry Potter movie in favorite snuggly clothes and feels better*