#292. fu wri
Posted January 16, 2006, 19:07 CET
I've quit my job. I won't even begin to explain all the little reasons why, but let's just say they all stem from one thing: bad bad management. I'd had enough and, feeling in a reckless mood one day, handed in my notice.
Since then I've been stress-free, sleeping like a baby and full of the joys of the unemployment. Standing at the fridge in your underwear eating ready-to-eat chicken and pickles out of the jar. Is that so bad?
Thinking of going back to office work makes me sick, so the plan is to 'freelance' for a while. I'll be working from home and am open to any nixers going. I might even get a chance to work on some bits and bobs before the savings run out...
Comment from Dave
on January 17, 2006, 01:32 CET
Good man yourself. Fuck the rat race right in its ratty rectum.
Comment from Twistedlilkitty
on January 17, 2006, 11:21 CET
eating pickles in yr underpants, would you not worry about stray vinegar stingage?
Comment from mackers on January 18, 2006, 19:41 CET
dave: i'm sensing i touched a nerve with you too?
kitty: of course not! i'm wearing a protective cow motif apron.
kitty: of course not! i'm wearing a protective cow motif apron.
Comment from scizzor sister on January 27, 2006, 15:58 CET
give us back me morocco book so you pickle lickin, finger stickin man of leisure!
Comment from Aidan Kehoe
on February 3, 2006, 22:17 CET
Enjoy the unemployment--in your place, I'd send a CV to Google Zürich on spec, it seems an interesting place to work, and an appealing part of the world in a way Morocco isn't. (That is, they've got their shit together as a society, significantly more than in Ireland.)
Comment from mackers
on February 5, 2006, 14:28 CET
Y'know, you might have something there.
