I’ve decided. The hiring board for the job I’ve been doing for the past ten months is on Monday. I’ve decided not to participate. Which means that, in a month, I could be unemployed.

There have been a lot of things to like about that job, including stability and big cash. But, for the most part, it’s the kind of work that I’ve already done in the past and have no intention of spending the rest of my life doing. I actually loathe that job. It consumes my whole life. Surely I can set myself up with enough contracts to be situated somewhere between workaholism and complete sloth.

Actually, I have a lot of other stuff going on that’ll more than pay the bills. My consulting work internationally, for one. Other project work that I’m already connected to, for another.

I want time to be able to blow glass once in a while, do some woodworking…like that.

I feel like I’ve been flying a plane through a hurricane and suddenly finding that I’m seconds from crashing into a mountain. I’ve got the stick hauled all the way back and I’m climbing steep to miss that collision.

It’s just not right to do shit you hate for money…is it?

Arc