"Open up and say AAaaaAhhHhh!!!~!~"

This is not exactly news to some of you, but for those who don't already know: I'm leaving my job.

Several months ago, I started having a crisis of conscience about where my life was headed - and how I've come to realize that success is not the same as money. I had no idea what kind of Pandora's box that opened. Most of you would probably think I'm crazy if you knew how much money I was giving up ( not really that much actually ). And yeah, you'd probably have a point. I am a miserable little square peg that simply does not fit into the fancy round hole.

But fear not, there is a plan for what I'm doing next. I'm hoping to reclaim my life.

I've been working for this famous company for some time. I have lots of monthly payments and i can't just simply quit. I was feeling a little down today because of my lack of focus. I will start a project, then think it’s not good enough and scrap it. My “follow-thru” is lacking. Too many ideas, too little action! I can’t even count.

Quitting a hated job lifts your spirits like you have no idea. I never like the job, I stayed at that job, cringing all the way through the drawn-out days, weeks and months. Here are the two 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.

All two, dead end 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 fux 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. I think I'm gonna sell sex toys.