Unfortunately, I’m not here by accident. I left a successful cubicle existance making 70k a year to be here. I could have gone back to another grey cubicle making a lot more money than I am now, but I decided to go into another direction. (Yes, this blogging thing was one I had hoped might give me a few dollars a month in income. So far, to date, about 30 cents... ever!) I know, write about something someone gives-a-shit about like sports or the Kardashians... Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla.
Yes, I had the corporate thing down and was doing fine: five-days a week with one or two paid sick-days a month from being hung-over trying to drink myself the motivation to go to work the next day. So, I'm not drinking now. I have one beer and it taste like, well, cubicle piss -- that is, if cubicles could pee.
I’ve been watching a lot of Gaiam TV when I do come home and hit the bed, exhausted, sore from standing on my feet for ten hours. And think I figured out what my problem is: patience. I believe this is what I am suppose to learn from this life and once I do, it will all make sense and I will have reached my Nirvana t. Even the Tarot tells me so: Yes, I keep drawing the Temperance card regarding such things as current situation and how I got here.
Anyway, this is all jibberish. I even lost what talent I had of presenting thoughts coherently to writing in circles. Did I mention this $10.00 an hour job is the hardest job I’ve had since I was fourteen working at a fast-food restaurant. At least then, I had a girlfriend then.
So that’s all the blogging I can do today.