I’m Mad as Hell and I’m not going to take it anymore

some background for the lone reader out there who doesn’t know me personally:

i was working for a start-up. the job was awesome. i actually didn’t mind going into work. the days went fast. fridays came fast. the company folded. i was cool with it. then i wasn’t. i suffered a mild melt-down. took a shitty job so that i could avoid dealing with harsh reality of unemployment in big cold city. hate job. hate co-workers. feel like desperate high school outcast. i have ‘unpopular’ opinions. feel my soul rotting as i stare at excel spreadsheets. i sit in a dark corner next to a loud generator. regret ever taking job. want to quit in a wild ‘fuck you’ send up. this could happen tomorrow. or friday. or as soon as i get another paycheck in my grubby hands. but there will be no 2-week notice. i promise that much. one word: karma.

so tonight i drink my shitty wine. but today was a breaking point. expect an explosion of Network-like proportions.

Disco Ball on the Move

While walking home this past Friday night, a seedy little man passed me carrying a spectacular disco ball. He wasn’t laughing or carrying on. He moved with purpose and great intensity. I got the impression that whatever he was doing with a giant sparkling disco ball, it wasn’t something to be taken lightly. I wanted to go where he was going. I wanted to be a part of that mystery. But he moved so quickly, it was impossible to keep up. He faded into the night, out of site. I was left longing for that disco-era underworld.