Here I am without a job, searching the various means of employment posting, trying desperately to not end up in a stunningly banal office job not unlike the last one that I inhabited for the past 8 years. I won't do it, I simply won't. I would rather like in a box on the street than work in a box in an office again. I tried, I really, really tried, to be a good worker bee, working my 8 hours a day in y own little cubicle hell, telling myself that I was not defined by the job, but what I did in the hours outside of it. I told people that the misery I endured in my job paid the bills for the things that I enjoyed outside of my job. But the simple fact is, those 8 hours a day are 8 hours of my life. And while I do not think I am any more entitled than anyone else to have a more fulfilling job, I do think that all of us need to stop compromising our talents, our dreams, our aspirations, and our base morals simply for the purpose of owning a house or driving a car or typing words on a computer.
Some people are satisfied with that. Hell, most people are satisfied with that. I tried to be. I just can't. I am sure that people reading this will think "Sorry, Jim, you're not special. You have to get up and work like the rest of us." I don't fear work. I crave work. But I want my work to feel like work. I want to see results, I want to get a return on my investment, to use business parlance.
I have often lamented about the American Dream. Well, I am about to take the American Dream by the throat and try to give it what I wish. I am going to start something on my own. I don't know how, but I do know that I am done dreaming about it, done talking about, and done lamenting that no one has done it.
We'll see how it goes...