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I quit my job today. I didn't wake up this morning and decide to do it either. It just sort of happened. I was sitting there as usual, playing solitaire with some random work-related web page in the background, ready to maximize it if anyone glimpsed into my cubicle, and Mike walked by, asking if I was working hard as usual. I don't know what happened but I guess my 'fuck off' was a bit too loud and he heard me and then he took offense and all this other crap. One thing led to another and all of a sudden I find him rushing me! He tries to do some kind of tackle/choke-hold thing, which doesn't work at all. I'm not the strongest guy in the world, but I have been in a fight or two and definitely outweigh little 5'7" Mike. I easily get my arm around his neck and just sort of squeeze to make him stop. He keeps thrashing around though trying to hit me and I look down and see his face getting all red. So finally he stops swinging and starts trying to pry my arm loose. I let go and he falls to the floor panting. Before I can say anything, he's running out of the office, down the hall toward the Boss, going to tattle like I just stole his lunch money or something. Of course Steve and Tom are just looking at me, Tom silent for the first time ever and Steve in the midst of a full-blown system error Blue-Screen-of-Death.

About ten minutes later I was cleaning off my personal e-mail and desktop picture, the closest things to personal possessions that I had there.

So... well... at least now I don't have to bitch about how bad work is. I guess I'm doing the whole "Living Free" thing whether I like it or not. In fact, I think I feel better already.

And no sleepwalking or sleep-writing. The dreams are still kicked up a few notches, but nothing I can't handle.


KVVPM


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