State of Affairs
Do you know what it is like to be thirty something and independently wealthy? Wealthy, I laugh, have a modest, sustainable income. I’ve paid off my house, paid off my car and invested some money. Actually, I have never paid off a car, I always waited until I could pay cash for them. Cars are such a waste of money. I'm guessing my 2 year old GTI Golf will last me for a considerable time. Ah, it's going to have to.
I worked hard, climbed the corporate ladder. It wasn't so hard, I'm smart. I just had to put in the time, so it seemed to me, the rest took care of itself. I was naturally in possession of a work ethic that told me to do everything properly, not sure why? I guess that was my parents. You'd be surprised how many of my co-workers get by on being seen to do the right thing, continually balancing on a foundation that was, essentially, made out of sand. Those people get into the politics of it all and concentrate on building their reputations by a wing and a prayer, where I built mine on hard work. It just came naturally to me. Once I am at work, I liked to be flat out, kept busy the whole time, because the day goes quicker that way. I never want to have time to think about what I am going to do next, I just want it piled up waiting for me. It always amazed me how I'd look up finally and it would be 6.30, 7pm and the mountain of work would be shifted.
When they finally offered me the big promotion, the pinnacle of what I'd been working for, rather than sell my soul to the company, I suddenly thought, no I don't want it. Just like that, out of the blue, even for me. The moment before I said no, I was going to say yes. I thought the law profession had some noble use of upholding societies ideals, not just ambulance chasing. I thought we did what we do for the good of society, not for a new Bentley. They were all surprised when I shook my head and said,
“Er, no.” I was surprised.
It was just matter of course and all that, “Yes, thanks.”
But how much did I want? It would seem, not enough.
It sent them into a spin, well, their budgets into a spin – I was well liked because I made them money, not because I was a nice guy.
And here I am, out the other end able to support myself in a modest fashion. I was lucky, spending, shopping and the accumulation of things was never my keen interest in life. Oh, I bought things, plenty of them, but I didn't need to keep buying them, over and over again. I always enjoyed life more than shopping.
And now Mondays are my own. No rushing off to work after the weekend, no amount of money can buy that.
So, what am I going to do? First of all, I'm going to sit back and have a good look around. No, first of all I am going to do fuck all. Then, I am going to look around to see what interests me. I kind of fancy photography. I might go buy myself Photoshop. I might… it is delicious.
I worked hard, climbed the corporate ladder. It wasn't so hard, I'm smart. I just had to put in the time, so it seemed to me, the rest took care of itself. I was naturally in possession of a work ethic that told me to do everything properly, not sure why? I guess that was my parents. You'd be surprised how many of my co-workers get by on being seen to do the right thing, continually balancing on a foundation that was, essentially, made out of sand. Those people get into the politics of it all and concentrate on building their reputations by a wing and a prayer, where I built mine on hard work. It just came naturally to me. Once I am at work, I liked to be flat out, kept busy the whole time, because the day goes quicker that way. I never want to have time to think about what I am going to do next, I just want it piled up waiting for me. It always amazed me how I'd look up finally and it would be 6.30, 7pm and the mountain of work would be shifted.
When they finally offered me the big promotion, the pinnacle of what I'd been working for, rather than sell my soul to the company, I suddenly thought, no I don't want it. Just like that, out of the blue, even for me. The moment before I said no, I was going to say yes. I thought the law profession had some noble use of upholding societies ideals, not just ambulance chasing. I thought we did what we do for the good of society, not for a new Bentley. They were all surprised when I shook my head and said,
“Er, no.” I was surprised.
It was just matter of course and all that, “Yes, thanks.”
But how much did I want? It would seem, not enough.
It sent them into a spin, well, their budgets into a spin – I was well liked because I made them money, not because I was a nice guy.
And here I am, out the other end able to support myself in a modest fashion. I was lucky, spending, shopping and the accumulation of things was never my keen interest in life. Oh, I bought things, plenty of them, but I didn't need to keep buying them, over and over again. I always enjoyed life more than shopping.
And now Mondays are my own. No rushing off to work after the weekend, no amount of money can buy that.
So, what am I going to do? First of all, I'm going to sit back and have a good look around. No, first of all I am going to do fuck all. Then, I am going to look around to see what interests me. I kind of fancy photography. I might go buy myself Photoshop. I might… it is delicious.
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