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03/06/2008: "Quit My Job"


Hi All,

Well, how long was it going to last, anyway? I mean, really? Well, so what? Well, to be honest, I thought a bit longer than this. Didn't even make it three months. But someone once told me that you're not worth your salt unless you quit at least one job. So I'm worth my salt, now, I suppose. I mean, I've been fired a few times, most notably as a bartender for my infamous (to my small circle of friends) 'Vodka Slime' incident, where I sent out vodka and apple juice instead of vodka and Seven Up and was summarily fired not long after that vile concoction curdled in some poor bastard's mouth. But quit? No, never. Or, I mean, I've had to leave jobs because something else came up in my life---in fact, that was what I expected to happen with this library gig---but never just, "Hey, man, take this job and restaff it!" sort of a thing.

Well, it wasn't a big kerfuffle. Me actually quitting, that is. I don't have anything against anyone I worked with, really, but I must admit that I no longer seem capable of working in a "structured" environment. With "rules" and "dress codes" and "daily hours of operation" and all the rest of that malarkey. Bah! And I don't really like being told what to do. Or sometimes not. And, uh, I don't like wearing dressy shoes. So, as you can see, really, they left me with no option.

But that's okay, because I've got a few pennies to rub together and, weirdly, my 2+ months at the Shaganappi library were full of such incident, so dramatic---seriously! a few days, at least---that I ended up writing it all into a story, which I'm going to try to sell, such is the habit of writers, in order to coldly profit upon my experiences.

Well, that's it. I guess I need to find another job. Preferrably one where I work on my own, to the beat of my own internal drummer, on a faroff planet---or, if no planets are hiring, an asteroid.

Check back next week. An article I wrote should be out by then, and I will link to it. I've already been getting emails about it, so hopefully you will find it interesting.

All best,
Your Humbly Unemployed Blogger Who Will Work For a Ham Sandwich.


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