Work work work
Tuesday, January 9th, 2007Thing is, there is this machine that makes me wake up in the morning, throws me in the hot steamy shower (in which I fall asleep while in it) and makes me trudge my yellow truck across Las Vegas to get to work. Work. Work.
Is it exciting to get the paycheck? No. Hell no. It’s scary. It will be christmas morning with the direct deposit and will be holy week at end of day as I pray that there some left for my to spend on and save for myself after I’ve accorded my bills their due.
Thing is there is no challenge. Work is the same as yesterday. I find myself complaining and ranting and shitting bull through my mouth about how I loath the job, but guess what? I’ll still wake up that next morning (even on my God given sunday) to the same mundane… I dont even want to say it.
Well, good thing is that I dont want to do this the rest of my life. Im doing this so I can save up for my farm. Yes, I wanna go back home to my "Lupang tinubuan" and raise a family and crops. Do I want a big house? No, just a big home. Do I want it swanky? No, just enough.
I have two job interviews excatly 2 hours from now. I will be needing to wear something outlandishly not Jabby (tie, shirt and slacks) and impress them with my eloquence. Ironically I will ultimately be asking them in the end how much I will be waiting for direct deposit twice a month.
What’s that machine that makes me wake up in the morning? It’s called my inspiration, my hopes, dreams and promises… Second to that would be the multinational companies that pushes consumerism and insane spending. Hey… c’est la vie !
