uggachukka
01-18-2005, 10:06 PM
I'm sick of the corporate grind. When all you do is work and reading the QLC boards is one of the two things you do for fun (you can figure out the other one) it's time for a change.
Today I decided enough with the moping around, let's put the foot to the floor and kick this crisis to the curb.
So, kiss my azz, 75 hour weeks. I give my notice Friday. I put my house up for sale today, cancelled the newspaper, told SBC they can shove their crappy $49 per month phone service.
I'm moving to Las Vegas.
In four weeks.
My "side job" for the past six months has been selling "play chips" from an internet poker site. I win these things by the millions, and people pay me for them (Ebay is the greatest thing ever). I am the King. It's time to step up to real play, and Detroit isn't exactly the place to do that.
Oh, I'll probably get a real job. It's not like marketing requires any brain power, so I can find something that pays the bills. But I plan to spend many hours sitting around consuming free liquor - something better than Old English, anway.
The beauty of this plan is that I can do it on the cheap. My buddy Russ B. spends a lot of time in town, and he'll hook me up with a place to live for a few months. Besides, he needs the money. I'll have enough money for a few months of student loan payments and Mac n Cheese. If I get bored or broke, I can always bartend.
I just came up with a dream, and I'm going for it. Is that wrong?
Okay, maybe this isn't so much a crisis post, sorry about that.
Today I decided enough with the moping around, let's put the foot to the floor and kick this crisis to the curb.
So, kiss my azz, 75 hour weeks. I give my notice Friday. I put my house up for sale today, cancelled the newspaper, told SBC they can shove their crappy $49 per month phone service.
I'm moving to Las Vegas.
In four weeks.
My "side job" for the past six months has been selling "play chips" from an internet poker site. I win these things by the millions, and people pay me for them (Ebay is the greatest thing ever). I am the King. It's time to step up to real play, and Detroit isn't exactly the place to do that.
Oh, I'll probably get a real job. It's not like marketing requires any brain power, so I can find something that pays the bills. But I plan to spend many hours sitting around consuming free liquor - something better than Old English, anway.
The beauty of this plan is that I can do it on the cheap. My buddy Russ B. spends a lot of time in town, and he'll hook me up with a place to live for a few months. Besides, he needs the money. I'll have enough money for a few months of student loan payments and Mac n Cheese. If I get bored or broke, I can always bartend.
I just came up with a dream, and I'm going for it. Is that wrong?
Okay, maybe this isn't so much a crisis post, sorry about that.