Alex and I are looking to make a change. The kind of change that involves a moving van and selling our possessions on Craigslist. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done this– only difference is last time I bought a one-way flight to China and ended up having a nervous breakdown on the 7th floor of my solitary apartment. This time will actually involve things like getting jobs and making a new life and hopefully never ever coming back to this city other than to visit family.
I’m not sure when this will happen, but my entire existence feels like a ticking time bomb. Alex jokes that there will be a huge mushroom cloud behind us when we drive out of town. I can’t help that I like dramatic exits.
Quitting My Job It’s time, you guys. I started out very starry-eyed and optimistic about making a difference in people’s lives. Then I realized the place was infested with predators and survived on a steady diet of negligence. So I went on the offense and tried to start a revolution. I tried to usurp the throne, expose the truth, and all sorts of other vigilante-related nonsense. But it didn’t work. Because the system exists to protect it’s own bullshit. I have to let it go and get out. [Read more…]