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"Cheer up man! From your attitude I don't think I'd like you working for me in a kitchen or not! Get a grip.........." — From my guestbook. |
Its true, I complain a lot about work. It's inexcusable, really.
I don't have any valid reasons for it. I do have a "credential" of sorts in my bad-attitude department. I've slept in my car, because I was too depressed to work, just to pay rent in some crappy house. I've done that--and I've also worked in three countries outside of America.
If I sound like I'm just whining too much, skip that part. I feel sorry for myself, sometimes. I don't always edit that out of my pages. I know it's not attractive.
But I do want to write about what it's like to work.
Sometimes, leaving a job gives me a burst of inspiration, and it comes along with a sense of "now it can be told," which is a tricky impulse to follow.
Sometimes, I've written a bad word about my experiences. I'm just being honest, though I might check myself. But it's a tough industry, and those who love it have something special that I do not have. I can't always filter out my distaste. I have more to do....
Like get a real job....
But what I want to do is write more pages and work on my website.
It doesn't earn money.
Thus goes the eternal conflict between what I do and don't want — and I mean work.
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