Another 11 hour day.
It's really not that bad.
I swear "it's really not that bad" are the classic words of acquiescence. That's kind of a big word for me, acquiescence. So in laymen's terms: I've rolled over. Down dog.
To be disgustingly cliche, my last job taught me to not bother building a career in something "I wasn't passionate about." So I jumped ship, out of the Kappa Kappa fraternity that was my last gig and onto something that I made sure was "more me." Regardless of how I feel though, it's time to let the guard down and let this new job change me. Fuck, why am I getting all serious?
Playtime ended along time ago and now I'm finally ready to start taking my professional life...."seriously."
Perhaps I could live and work in Manhattan someday. "TAXI!!!" Actually fuck that, I'm too cheap to taxi. I'll walk 19 blocks. Because it's really not that bad.
Typo of the day: entitties.
Jaewon come work for Perot in Boston. We will work 30ish hour weeks, mingle at all the yuppie locales, and limbo traffic barriers all weekend
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ReplyDeletei love you so much it digusts me.
ReplyDeleteAmen to that Kappa Kappa comment. Ugh. There's nothing shameful about taking work or yourself seriously. It's just the polar ends that are problematic. The moderation philosophy seems to apply to EVERYTHING. Aristotle you, man, you.
en "titties"?
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