Remember that one time that I had a blog and I hadn't written in it for almost 2 months? Ok, seriously though. I am kinda upset with the fact that it has been so long. So let me update you on everything that is me. I got a job with that company that I did the drug screening for. Oh, sorry. For whom I did the drug screening (See my last post). So I was in training for 5 weeks, and things seemed great. Then I actually started the job, and I absolutely hated it. It was tech support. 'Nuff said. So the second I actually started doing real work there I started applications for other jobs. Needless to say that if you apply and send resumes to 50 different companies in the space of 2 weeks you will likely get some interviews. Well it only took 1 interview for a company to realize that I am amazing, and I had another job. Now I am an account manager at Boostability. It sounds great, but here is what I really do. I wake up at 6:45 am, which I never knew existed until last wednesday, but it is there. Ruining peoples lives and eating all their steak. Anyway, I have to be to work by 8. So I leave my place at about 7:35 am to get there on time. When I get there we have a short meeting, and then start calling clients. That is pretty much my entire job. I have a list of clients that I call every day, and once I have exhausted that list I am pretty much done with work. Once I am finished with everything I pretty much just sit around for a couple of hours doing nothing, and listening to my coworkers talk about Pokemon and Magic the Gathering. Or I sit and stare at the gorgeous receptionist, and imagine that she is my Pam Beesly and I am her Jim Halpert. I do this until 5pm when I clock out and go home. Then I get to start all over again. The reason I mention all of this is because I have realized something about myself. I hate having a job. My entire life philosophy is trying to live instead of being a robot that has a routine for 40 years, and essentially fast forwards their life to the point where they have devoted all their time to something for which they had no passion. I can't let my life come to this. I want to live every day, but even though I have only had my job for a week I am seeing myself start to adopt that routine work ethic. Where you long for the end of the day. Similar to the guy in prison longs for his life sentence to end. Only my prison is the cost of living. The weekend is really the only time you have for yourself, but even then it is gone by the time you realize that it was there. My point is that I want to live. As opposed to the people that just turn on autopilot at work, and try to find ways to make the time go by faster. It is just a waste of your already short life.
I love statistics. So here are some statistics about the amount of my time that is technically not really mine to live. There are 168 hours in a week. I am at work around 45 hours each week. I spend 6 hours and 15 minutes in preparation to be to work on time per week. I spend an additional hour and 40 minutes driving home from work per week. So I spend 52 hours and 55 minutes with work related time consumption. So in the average week I spend 31.527778% of my life with work. In addition if I got 8 hours of sleep each night that is an additional 33.33333% of the week spent asleep. Basically, 65% of my week is already spoken for. The other 35% is time that I have for myself. Honestly, I feel kinda ripped off. That means that I pretty much am only living 35% of my life. I don't feel like that is adequate. Is it just me that feels like they can't accept that as a reality? The sad part is that a lot of that 35% of time that is actually mine is spread around. So I can't even fully take advantage of it. I have about 5 hours when I get home before I need to go to bed to get a decent amount of sleep. In that 5 hours I have to eat something, possibly do laundry, go shopping for groceries, and whatever else is necessary. I am afraid that I only actually live a small percentage of my life, and that deeply concerns me, and I have an incredibly hard time accepting this information as a reality.
So the question now is how do I accomplish having a decent paying job that allows me to live my life? Honestly, I don't think it's possible. At least not from my observations. So basically the moral of this story is that we waste a lot of our lives, and really death is the only escape. Now that I have come to that conclusion I guess what I really want to say is goodbye cruel world. The time has come to end my mortal existence. No longer shall I be a slave to this world! Let it be written on my tombstone "He was a great guy...I guess...He whined a lot."
Ok, that is all.
Tune in next time when I will apparently be blogging from beyond the grave.
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