“I just need light. I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution.”
-Jack Mannequin
I’m searching for that resolution too. I think the answer is time…and this country is killing mine.
I am SO sick of this city. What’s here? There’s people, but there’s no culture. It’s all a gray freaking mess. It’s like melting all the crayons together to make one disgusting color rather than letting the colors be what they are by themselves. And I’m not talking about blacks, asians, whites…; I’m talking about the norms. Everyone in this place, and most of America is pressed to do some crap job for crap pay and forced to act like you have a crap personality where you pretend like you like your job so that you can deal with your crap boss. “Yes sir, right away sir.”
I’m sick of this country. Two weeks of vacation is ABSURD. We need to get out, EVERY DAY. We’re torn down by this day-to-day $*%#. Every day is a drag, every day is a struggle to make it through. Nobody ACTUALLY likes their job for the most part. Everyone’s just doing it to get by, to pay the bill.
OUR PASSION IS KILLED.
What happened to happiness? And when did it become status? B/c my status is not my happiness. My happiness is beaches, and freedom, and friends. I can’t do much of that when I’m working full-time and have TWO?! weeks of vacation. I’m sorry, but this is not the way to live.
Nobody can live this way.
NOBODY.
We need time with our families, our kids, away from our jobs so we might actually like our job for a change.
Jobs are like that one friend of yours, you can handle him as long as you have a little time away from him every once in a while.
Europe does it right, from what I hear. 3 months vacation and working 4 days a week.
We’re moving.
