Call the Howell’s!
I am finally being rescued.
Yes, I’ve built an escape raft and stuffed it solid with job classified newspaper.
Now my bra is a little bit emptier but who cares…
I’m quitting my job!
And I have this dream of giving my notice by way of a big fat grenade up my boss’s ass but…
Dammit all to hell…
I will take the high road and just sabotage the company’s website from an anonymous computer…
…located on a high road of course…
Sheesh, have a little faith people.
I am not one for change.
Give me my same routine every day of the week, don’t rock the boat and I’ll live happy.
In fact, it’s been years since me and my old buddy Spontaneity have hung out.
I hate her and she hates me.
It’s no secret.
And hate is ok as long as it is mutual btw.
But, that old definition of insanity has really been haunting me lately.
Doing the same thing day in and day out and expecting different results…
I can only ignore common sense but for so long…usually.
But it was like a constant ringing in my ears competing with all of the other mental traffic.
It was getting pretty confusing up in there yo.
So I sucked it up and called old Sponti. And surprisingly, after all these years, she took my call right away.
She, of course, encouraged me to just go for it.
She dangled the higher potential salary but greater risk right in front of me and just like old times, I grabbed it.
She always knew I was a sucker.
So tune in for the Celebrity Death Match of Me vs. Change.
I’m sure there will be plenty of blood, sweat and tears which should all make for great entertainment… or a room in the Looney Bin, whichever comes first.
Now, if you all will excuse me, I have to go clean out the crap in my pants.
So how do you guys feel about change?