I haven't actually been excited about my new job yet. I had my onboarding today. It went rather quickly. I have to decide if I want to pay a lot for insurance or a lot more for insurance. There’s also a Mexico option, but I don’t go there. Would be a good excuse to go get tacos though -- medical antidepressants + Mexican antidepressants.
Everyone has been really excited for me about moving and getting this new job that is totally in my wheelhouse. I basically manifested it, but there is just something keeping me from feeling squealy joy about it. Maybe it’s because the last time I felt excitement about a new job, it ended up crushing my soul for three years and fought to not pay unemployment even though they denied an option to work from home because "remoting in is tricky" and then immediately downloaded the remote software on my computer so one of the outsourced agents could fill in for me. Real fucking nice. Like what fucking pieces of shit. You couldn't wait a week? Get fucked. WHATEVER.
Anyway, I think I am afraid I am going to hate it. I also just don't want a traditional job. Trading my time for money is no longer something I want to take part in. Although I do think, at the end of the day, it is going to be a really fulfilling position and it's one of the steps on one of my 30-year plans, but it wasn't supposed to happen for another 3 and a half years, so I am WAY ahead of schedule.
SUCK ON THAT, OTHER VERSIONS OF ME.
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