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I am stuck in a (new) office, recently married, laid back, seeking adventure, and dreaming about life in a far away land
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Monday, May 14, 2007

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quit

v., quit or quit·ted (kwĭt'ĭd), quit·ting, quits.

  • To depart from; leave

  • To give up; relinquish


This word has such a negative connotation. No one wants to be a quitter, it's an insult.

I think often about the day I will be able to quit my job, but it scares me to death. Not because I'd worry about myself, but because of the type of person I'd be categorized as ... a quitter. Such an American word.

If I came into money or had a good reason to quit, I'd probably be more nervous about telling my boss I quit than I would about my own life. I fantasize about the day I can walk out and never come back. And if I ever left, it would be because that is what is best for me. Whether it was for another job, or to take time off, or to pursue something different, it would be new, better, and exciting. But I know people wouldn't understand. My boss would wonder why I walked away from "such a great opporutunity." Fuck great opportunities. Great opportunity to me is living life, having freedom, and not wasting time in an office all day. I believe these things with 100% of my being, but I am such a product of our society that my conscience tells me I would be a quitter and be making a bad decision to take my own advice.

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