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The Faces (Haven’t) Changed, But the Hassles Are All the Same

Posted in adventures in life, work with tags , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2009 by thedith

So, how’d my first day back in the 9-5’er (uh, well, sort of…I start at 10…) world go? Well, I arrived at the office about 10 minutes early, and instead of going in, I waited outside across the street for eight minutes until 9:58.  This would make the first hour not drag out so long, I reasoned. This is called: false.

By 11 o’clock I had to sing Cyndi Lauper songs in my head to keep myself from falling asleep.

At noon, I wanted to chainsmoke a pack of Marlboro Reds so bad, I didn’t even care that I don’t even really smoke.

Around 2 o’clock I became homicidal.

And at 3 o’clock I hid in the bathroom for ten minutes to resist the urge to throw myself out the window.

But then, I listened to the following Kings of Leon song on the walk home.

Through the throngs of harried women in sweaty work dresses, and corpulent businessmen in wrinkled suits, my ipod offered me salvation from the soul crushing corporate world at last.

Okay.  Fine, I’m working for a non-profit — not a big corporation. And, this was only day one.  I have got to stop being a baby. I mean, if Brett Favre can pull himself out of retirement (twice!) from his out of shape boot straps, the least I can do is go join the rest of society and work in an office.  I mean, hello, Meredith, that’s what you were doing before the ol’ resesh came a-knockin’ on your door…Two months out of the game is a long time though…  Maybe I should just drop out of soceity, and abandon the idea of an office job all together. I’ll become  a Neo-Beat poet and change my name to Juniper Breeze, Satchel Fig-Tree, or Brett Michaels.  Yeah, that sounds nice. Good talk.

On Second Thought, No…

Posted in self realization, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on April 9, 2009 by thedith

old-people-dj3So, after I got laidoff, I thought to myself, “hey, Self, maybe this is a good thing!” To which I responded, “how are you possibly for real, Self?” — okay, this is going to get old so I’ll stop.  But, it felt like one of those moments where you realize, hey, maybe this is my chance to do something different! Something creative, and awesome and fun.  And then I thought:

Hey! I can be a DJ! I’ll get to go to clubs and hear only the music that I want to listen to — and get paid for it!

Then, I was reading the NY Times online tonight, and I discovered I’m not the only person who thinks being a Recession DJ is a great job.  In fact, a lot of other people think being a Recession DJ is a great job.  A lot of OLD people.  Downgrade.  Sooo, it’s back to the books…