Jobs, Unemployment and Ice Cream Cones

Getting out of the harness

To me, the best part of any job is that last day when you quit (or get fired). I don’t take to the harness very well. I hate jobs. The only reason I’ve ever taken jobs is to make money. I shudder when I think about how much of my life I have wasted being a beast of burden so some boss or CEO or shareholder can get wealthy off my work while I make barely enough money to keep a roof over my head. Am I an idiot, or what?

I’ve had hundreds of jobs. Seriously, I’m not exaggerating. A lot of those jobs were fun and educational but when you do the same thing over and over and over and over the fun starts draining away. It is never long before I am itching to get out of the harness.

I am currently working a part-time 30 hours a week job. It used to be a 38 hours a week job but the business I’m working for is in trouble and my hours have been slashed to help maintain the bottom line. I was thrilled to learn that I would have 8 additional hours each week to write but the significant cut in income has been like having my head stuck in a slowly closing vise.

On June 15th — just two weeks away — I will have been working at this job for four years. Believe it or not that is actually a record for me! I have never stayed at one job that long before. My old record was two…