Notice given

I gave notice at work last night late via email. It felt great.
I've returned to independent contracting with a job in the Chicago area, and I'm keeping the idea of permanent work in the back of my head as well. I read some post on slashdot where a guy was talking about actuarial work and the ridiculous salaries they make.

And the fact that you have to use a lot of computers.

And I thought, hey, I'm good at math. And computers.
AND I kind of hate what I do now. But don't want to make $20,000 a year writing for a living. Maybe I do, actually. I don't know. I can't make up my mind for shit.

Hell, it took me 2 years to really give up el dopa, even though I'd come to the conclusion two years ago it wasn't getting me anywhere.
But it was a lot of fun to beat drug tests. I could see smoking up a few weeks prior to any drug test I take just for shits and giggles. It's a sick little obsession with hating authority and needing to prove I'm smarter then everybody. Bad combination, particularly since I'm too weak to do without authority and I'm not smarter than anyone. But I do outsmart myself on a regular basis. So I'm smarter than one guy, at least.

If anyone in Columbus was wondering why the rain was starting and stopping today, it's because I was going in and out of my car. My power as the anti-Chris is growing, and soon mortals will tremble. Particularly if they're named Chris.
(apologies to the writers of Weeds for lifting the joke. I'm only stunningly original when attempting to focus on one topic instead of just shitting all over my keyboard)