There are two types of people in this world. The type that enjoy what they do for a living and those that do not. Usually the ones that do not like what they are doing at least make a lot of money. If you like what you are doing it really is a toss up. Are you dating your job? Have you fallen in love with your job? Is your job in love with you too? No! Its a job!
When I moved to Georgia I took an $18,000 pay cut. Yowza! In the beginning I told myself, "ehhh, the cost of living is way less... it'll be fineeeeee." Insert coughing attack *here*. Its not fine. Why? Because I like having enough money so that after I pay rent I can actually afford groceries and gas and maybe the occasional night out on the town.
No... I am not throwing away my hard earned cash on my apartment. It's actually quite a steal. Or did I mean to say lots of people steal from there? Yes, I live in the ghetto. I literally live on the other side of the tracks. Dead serious. The railroad tracks are right in front of my apartment building. Starting at around 8pm every night until about 4 o'clock in the morning, every hour on the hour I am waken by very loud train whistles, horns, wheels clanking on the tracks. I try and tell myself its romantic. I've even gotten to the point of trying to convince myself that its like a lullaby that rocks me to sleep. Yea. I know that's just fucking ridiculous.
So there's the noise issue. And then like I said its not the safest place. After my step mother helped me move in she bought me mace. My room mates then asserted that we should go the firearm store and get a .44. Still not joking, and yes, we really did go. When I moved in my roommates let me know that I would be fine as long as I did not make eye contact with any of our neighbors. I figured, hey, they've been living here for months and they are still alive. WINNING!
I know, I know. I have such a skewed perspective, but this is how you have to think when you are living in poverty. I can find the silver lining in anything. True story.
But, why am I and most of the people I work with struggling to get by? We're all super awesome. We all graduated college. What the FUCKKKKKKK. The classic line at work is overworked and underpaid. And, its true. So why do we all stay? Because we are in love with our jobs.
I guess the next most viable question is: is love enough?
(For people that are in love for the first time you will most inevitably say yes. WRONG!!! Trust me... love is not always enough and yes, you will love again. Stronger than before!-- tribute to Lara Fabian and slightly corny, as always)
Over and Out, Jildo
P.S. Thank GODDDD for tax refunds. Seriously, thank you God.
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