I’m getting closer, I can feel it. Eventually all my proverbial parachutes are deployed, all my favors cashed and all legitimate debts paid. I want to quit; the whole dang thing. I don’t want a boss, or a mortgage, or crushing debt that I might pay off if I am very hard working and lucky. This life I’m living, is a waste of good time.
I want to move to the country and teach. I think I’d teach high schoolers rhetoric or something like that. I wouldn’t ask for much money, enough for me to eat is plenty. I’d go in three days a week and teach, maybe make $200…. I hate money, and everything it does to people. I’ve kept my nose clean my whole life. Never been arrested, most I’ve ever gotten was a ticket. I have worked hard for fourteen years, and I still have just as much debt as when I started, if not more.
So, I’m probably going to walk out. The only reason anyone is as nice as I’ve been is under the theory that people would appreciate it enough to keep me healthy and functional. Not a thing. There is no reward. I talked to my parents about it; no employer will ever appreciate devotion or passion. That’s the game, everyone else is bought up, think it’s worth being treated like shit because INSURANCE?! What a backwards country, where if you don’t have a decent employer you can’t stay insured. There’s no such thing in this country as a decent human being in management. By the time you get up to management you’ve signed off on so much criminal activity and suffering, you’re an accomplice.
So screw it, screw the whole silly system. If those that do what they are supposed to are punished, there’s no point at all in doing anything for anyone outside of family. I’ll still be nice, and take care of people because that is what I enjoy. What I want cut out is the BS employers. I’m ashamed to be an American, where “at-will employment” is a politically correct way of saying “Something between slavery and indentured servitude, where the employer absolutely does not care if you are still alive.”