Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

No joke. I just handed in my notice, and damn it feels good. DAMN.

Quitting a hated job lifts your spirits like you have no idea. Two years, my friends, TWO YEARS I stayed at that job, cringing all the way through the drawn-out days, weeks and months. Here are the three main excuses I made for staying:

1 - This is the highest pay in my career field. I'll never find something that gives me the lifestyle I live now.

2 - Most people hate their job, so I have no right to whine about mine.

3 - The benefits are good, despite the bullshit I have to deal with.

All three, deadend rationales, bound for grinding despair.

Folks, if you hate your job, it will slowly devour your soul regardless of the short term material gain. Every year in a despised job makes you less human because most of us have to spend eight hours a day, five days a week chipping away at that drudgery. At some point you have to take a risk and get the fuck out; there's no other way around it.

No one ever did anything worth re-telling more than twice by not taking risks.

So I'm moving on with an extreme career change. For two years I've worked in the immigration field, and now I'm going to sell an organic agricultural product to Asia. Serious. My first trip is to northern Thailand in October.

See ya, suckers!