One month in
It's now the last weekend of October and I've been in LA for a full month. Some things have gone as expected, others not, but I I'm extremely glad I moved. Best decision I've made in a long time. First good decision I've made in a long time, maybe. Considering the derth of horrible decisions I've made since graduating from high school, the good ones really stand out. Going to the Naval Academy was a bad decision, dropping out was a good one. Going to UC Berkeley was a terrible decision that marked the beginning of four years of almost impossibly bad decision-making, interrupted only by brief moments of lucidity when I joined Sigma Chi and decided to study abroad in Brazil. I finally feel like my life's getting on a tennable course. Probably the biggest surprise has been how much I like my job.
I've hated every other job I've had since college. In fact, the only other job I've ever enjoyed was when I was an intern at Merrill Lynch before I graduated. When I applied for my current job, I figured I was going to like it about as much as I liked working at the law firm I worked at in Palo Alto. I was coming to terms with the fact that every job I was going to have for the rest of my life was going to suck and that's just the way it had to be. Somehow though, I like my job. I look forward to going to work every day because every day is an opportunity to make money. My future is entirely my own to determine. I know that if I work my ass off, I can make a lot of money. I don't have to waste my time doing stupid procedural shit and I don't need to sit around and wait for work to come to me. I'm no man's bitch and I can respect my bosses because they got there not through office politics and meaningless degrees but hard work combined with ability. I'm an intense guy and I need a job that's high-energy and fast paced. Especially now that I don't drink much, I need something towards which I can devote my excess energy. This job is the perfect solution. I work ten hour days every day except Saturday when I work four or five hours and Sunday when I don't work at all. Whereas at my last job every second seemed to last an eternity, at my current job the hours and days fly by at the blink of an eye.
In other accomplishments, I haven't been drunk in over a month, I've been working out regularly, I've been getting lots of sleep, and I've found a church I like a lot and I haven't missed mass since I've been down here. It sucks that I was in a car accident, and it sucks even more that it looks like I'm not going to get any sort of compensation for it. More still is sucks that I don't have the money to get my car fixed so I'm stuck driving a wreck around town. Honestly though, it doesn't even bother me that much. I can still get to work and back, and I hated that car anyway. I'd hated it since the moment I bought it and I hated it every time I drove it. Sure, I hate it more now, but it's not like it was a prize posession or anything. More than anything it gives me great motivation to go and bust my ass at work to make enough to finish paying it off then go buy a different car.
Looks like the Big Game luncheon is once again a no-go for me. No way will I be able to get that weekend off. Maybe next year, though if I still have this job (and at this point I hope I do), I already know the answer.
I've hated every other job I've had since college. In fact, the only other job I've ever enjoyed was when I was an intern at Merrill Lynch before I graduated. When I applied for my current job, I figured I was going to like it about as much as I liked working at the law firm I worked at in Palo Alto. I was coming to terms with the fact that every job I was going to have for the rest of my life was going to suck and that's just the way it had to be. Somehow though, I like my job. I look forward to going to work every day because every day is an opportunity to make money. My future is entirely my own to determine. I know that if I work my ass off, I can make a lot of money. I don't have to waste my time doing stupid procedural shit and I don't need to sit around and wait for work to come to me. I'm no man's bitch and I can respect my bosses because they got there not through office politics and meaningless degrees but hard work combined with ability. I'm an intense guy and I need a job that's high-energy and fast paced. Especially now that I don't drink much, I need something towards which I can devote my excess energy. This job is the perfect solution. I work ten hour days every day except Saturday when I work four or five hours and Sunday when I don't work at all. Whereas at my last job every second seemed to last an eternity, at my current job the hours and days fly by at the blink of an eye.
In other accomplishments, I haven't been drunk in over a month, I've been working out regularly, I've been getting lots of sleep, and I've found a church I like a lot and I haven't missed mass since I've been down here. It sucks that I was in a car accident, and it sucks even more that it looks like I'm not going to get any sort of compensation for it. More still is sucks that I don't have the money to get my car fixed so I'm stuck driving a wreck around town. Honestly though, it doesn't even bother me that much. I can still get to work and back, and I hated that car anyway. I'd hated it since the moment I bought it and I hated it every time I drove it. Sure, I hate it more now, but it's not like it was a prize posession or anything. More than anything it gives me great motivation to go and bust my ass at work to make enough to finish paying it off then go buy a different car.
Looks like the Big Game luncheon is once again a no-go for me. No way will I be able to get that weekend off. Maybe next year, though if I still have this job (and at this point I hope I do), I already know the answer.
posted by The Puma at 6:45 PM
1 Comments:
Glad to hear that your enjoying your new job and LA is working out for you. But hey - I don't want to pull you off your cloud - but c'mon, this is the exactly the Katon m.o. First it's the "things are way better now" phase where you explain that your current situation is better than the previous for reasons x,y,z. Then after awhile it's the "things are too easy and I'm borded" phase, where you get new ideas about a better job, maybe start drinking more often, work out one day less. Until it moves to the "I fuckin' hate my job" phase where every day is going through the motions.
Money is great and provides lots of comforts, but is pursuing it face-paced or high-intensity? I may be way out of my tree, but think about all your jobs- The BV golf course, lynch factory, law-firm, selling morgages.....
Hey it could be worse - you could going into the marines to be an airforce mechanic. Can Bizno be saved from himself, I wonder?
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