Snow is Cold

As I queued up in traffic on Tuesday morning, on my way to my first 9-5 (or 5.30 if we’re being precise) job in a year, I sat there thinking, “work is for mugs”. I mean who wants to spend their life taking 305% of the normal journey time to get where they’re going, followed by 8.5 office hours, followed by a horribly shortened evening, repeated fivefold until you hit the weekend, which is what you ultimately end up living your life for, clinging to the fact that if you slave through this working week, there will be two blissful days upon which to fritter away the cash you’ve just so ungratifyingly earned.

Does that sound like a happy picture to you? Well, it doesn’t for me.

Granted there’s a little embellishment in there, and to tell you the truth the job I have right now is pretty good. But, I can’t imagine, at this stage in my life, EVER really feeling enthusiastic about going to do a “proper job”. And wtf is up with that terminology anyway?? Is it just something that parents and relatives have invented to throw at their children? Hell, even my ex-girlfriend asked me when I’m going to get a “proper” job – I have documented proof on the ‘net, link available, apply within ;)

Ok maybe if you’re running your own show then it’s different, as you actually have some personal motiviation behind your actions, but there’s still got to be some gritty period before one can achieve such a status, as getting involved in that kind of gig without proper preparation sounds like a risky business to me (no pun intended).

Ahhh. At least I’m getting rewarded fairly well, which I guess is the oh-so-silver lining to this perpetually grey cloud. Perhaps one day I will be enlightened and will suddenly feel differently about things.

Or, perhaps someone’s going to sign me up for some musical releases, and all this will prove to be a potential bad dream that was never realised. Who knows, here’s hoping.. For now though, given my financial status, which leaves a lot to be desired, I don’t really have much choice :)

Rant over. Maybe it’s the beer talking.