Fuck me, I’m sick.

In my mind the world should grind to a halt, but neither it, nor I, manage to do that. It was only 12.5 hours today, but when I decided I was done, my mind was not persuaded otherwise by the phone or my cell or the blackberry that kept vibrating. Fuck them too, I say.

I don’t know why I work so hard. Well, that isn’t exactly true, I do know, but it isn’t solely monetary compensation that drives me. I work for something that I believe in. I have to remind myself of that fact, because, believe it or not, it gets lost in the daily grind and regular ass chewings I give and receive.

I think what bothers me about the people I work with, is that they don’t have the same conviction that I have. To them, the job is just another pay check. Now, I’ve worked a lot of places before I got here. I was a butcher, fast-food pizza maker, grocery store clerk, unappreciated intern, radio salesman (for a week) and a variety of other things most of which I did in my pre-college days. These jobs weren’t the creme de la creme of the workforce - I wasn’t going to win a nobel prize for my pizza making, or be admitted to juliard for my beef cutting ability. And I’m not saying that I always went to work with a smile and a winning attitude.

I did however, get in, get out and do it right while I was there. I never hung onto a job that didn’t match me for very long. It isn’t really the paycheck mentality I mind either, it’s the ‘I hate my job, it hates me, yet I’m too afraid to quit and have nothing, and too lazy to look somewhere else, either’ attitude. It’s the people that make me get rid of them. It’s the people I have to shave off, one by one. It’s the people who don’t give a shit about why we are there, because they lost their interest in it (if ever they had it) a long, long time ago.

It’s those people I hate. If you don’t like your job, find another one - chances are, it doesn’t like you much either. Besides, you’ll be happier for it.