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Howdy folks,
I quit my job last week.
Four years of non stop roaming the US of A has finally come to a screeching halt.
And i'm tired.
A couple of weeks ago, I had the sudden realization that it just wasn't fun any more. I was tired of waking up every morning and trying to figure out who's ceiling i was staring at. Tired of eating the same old crap in cheezy mid priced theme restaruants. Tired of dealing with the jack booted thugs at the TSA. Tired of the smell of hotels (like a hospital but more sickly sweet). Tired of the BS that my boss was trying to ram down my throat every day. Tired tired TIRED of the whole fucking thing.
So i walked in and quit. Kinda suprised myself in the process.
I made the mistake that a lot of young professional types often make...I made my job my life. I don't think it was intentional by any means. I think it just kind of gradually shifted in that direction. By the time i realized it my life had changed radically. I almost didn't recognize myself anymore. Who was this asshole who was wearing the tattered remains that was my life? He looked like me, acted like me, and even dressed like me. But he didn't think like me. He was only concerned with his status within the "Game". Climbing the ladder and loading his pockets with as much loot as he could along the way. I don't like this guy. He makes me look bad.
Any of you who have been in a similar situation know what i'm talking about. I didn't feel like i owned my own life anymore. Like i auctioned off my soul in some bizarre form of financial servitude. At the end i felt as if i was nothing more than a worn out cog in a machine. Worn out, broken, and out of place.
And by quitting, i feel as if not only did i buy my life back, but my soul as well. I feel liberated, cleansed, and free. If you've been there before ....You know what i mean.
On the financial end...Let's just say that i've quit jobs with less in my pockets before. I'm good for quite a while. The bills are paid and there's no shortage of work for a guy like me. But i'm gonna sit on the bench for a while and get my mind right. All in all four years living out of a suitcase has been a very positive experience. I've seen a lot, met a lot of excellent people, and had one hell of a good time in the process. But my place is here now...Back in the SLC. The city i constantly complain about, but love with all my heart. With those who love me and have missed me all these years.
I'm finally home... And damn glad to be here.
I am going on one last trip. I am going to fulfill a life long goal. I have always wanted to drive the Pacific Coast Highway end to end. By myself. So starting on the 21st....It's ON! The first real vacation in four years.
I'm stoked!
Thanks for reading,
thatoneguyinslc (actually IN SLC)
I quit my job last week.
Four years of non stop roaming the US of A has finally come to a screeching halt.
And i'm tired.
A couple of weeks ago, I had the sudden realization that it just wasn't fun any more. I was tired of waking up every morning and trying to figure out who's ceiling i was staring at. Tired of eating the same old crap in cheezy mid priced theme restaruants. Tired of dealing with the jack booted thugs at the TSA. Tired of the smell of hotels (like a hospital but more sickly sweet). Tired of the BS that my boss was trying to ram down my throat every day. Tired tired TIRED of the whole fucking thing.
So i walked in and quit. Kinda suprised myself in the process.
I made the mistake that a lot of young professional types often make...I made my job my life. I don't think it was intentional by any means. I think it just kind of gradually shifted in that direction. By the time i realized it my life had changed radically. I almost didn't recognize myself anymore. Who was this asshole who was wearing the tattered remains that was my life? He looked like me, acted like me, and even dressed like me. But he didn't think like me. He was only concerned with his status within the "Game". Climbing the ladder and loading his pockets with as much loot as he could along the way. I don't like this guy. He makes me look bad.
Any of you who have been in a similar situation know what i'm talking about. I didn't feel like i owned my own life anymore. Like i auctioned off my soul in some bizarre form of financial servitude. At the end i felt as if i was nothing more than a worn out cog in a machine. Worn out, broken, and out of place.
And by quitting, i feel as if not only did i buy my life back, but my soul as well. I feel liberated, cleansed, and free. If you've been there before ....You know what i mean.
On the financial end...Let's just say that i've quit jobs with less in my pockets before. I'm good for quite a while. The bills are paid and there's no shortage of work for a guy like me. But i'm gonna sit on the bench for a while and get my mind right. All in all four years living out of a suitcase has been a very positive experience. I've seen a lot, met a lot of excellent people, and had one hell of a good time in the process. But my place is here now...Back in the SLC. The city i constantly complain about, but love with all my heart. With those who love me and have missed me all these years.
I'm finally home... And damn glad to be here.
I am going on one last trip. I am going to fulfill a life long goal. I have always wanted to drive the Pacific Coast Highway end to end. By myself. So starting on the 21st....It's ON! The first real vacation in four years.
I'm stoked!
Thanks for reading,
thatoneguyinslc (actually IN SLC)
