No more spreadsheets, no more books …
School’s Work’s out for summer!
Yesterday, just a little past six I walked away from my first and last office job ever. My six-month amble through rush-hour commuting, fabric cubicle walls, beady fluorescent lighting and high-school office cliquery is over, and it wasn’t so bad.
But my life is on a different road, and will have so much more.
During my last two weeks I’d get a lot of,
“I can’t believe you’re leaving us,” and “Oh! We’ll miss you! Who said you could leave?!”
It’s nice to feel wanted and loved, but I had no idea what to do with these. I was leaving, and elated, so, it wasn’t really that bittersweet, more along the lines of sweet. There is something grating and awful about moving the same way as all of humanity every day. We all get on the subway to arrive at work between 9 and 10 in the morning. Then we all pile out to the same places for lunch between noon and 1:30 in the afternoon. Then we all go home at the same damn time, after which we all go to the gym and then the grocery store.
Rush hour is nothing new. I understand why it exists, and God bless Chris Tucker. But this is more — it goes beyond the motions to and from the office, it reaches into everything. I can wear little skull earrings all I want, but I felt like my individuality was starting to crumble away.
And that is why I’m a quitter, at least in terms of this J O B. Now I’m off the schedule and finally on to the last leg of the first next leg of my track.
So, thank you work, you made this year possible, funded my trip to Peru and helped me, well, survive.
Smell ya later work, next time we meet I’ll have a scalpel.