I Quit
I sit here in an air conditioned office on a five hundred pound ergonomic chair that makes my arse feel like it’s in a massage parlour. I have a company computer that will make the biggest nerd grow a semi. I have a mouse that uses some smart laser with more buttons and switches than the enterprise. My monitor is larger than most peoples TV. I have a coffee machine less than 10 yards away, just above the fridge filled with fresh fruits and juices. The espresso is lush.
I may have to face a daily commute every day, but, I get to read three newspapers a day (which I miss when I cant) and listen to great music. Alone. I would miss the commute if it wasn’t there. Its time to myself, which is time well spent.
I have colleagues that respect me and I have a laugh with. Every Thursday we all go out on the city and have a great time. My boss values me and has given me great opportunities. I get well compensated. I may have to work long hours, but, I earn enough money that I only have to work a 5 day week (something I feel that people seem to forget is a western luxury). I can go and blow my mind out on weekends on expensive drinks and drugs in trendy bars with brown sofa’s and illuminated bars (which are generally shit – but – I get outvoted and I am a sheep). I can buy what I need, when I need. I never go hungry or thirsty or cold. I never go without anything… all due to this job I have.

At times I do hate it. At times I wish I could win the lottery and spend my years traveling the world with a backpack and tie-dye sandals.

But, the huge sense of achievement I get completely outweighs any negatives I feel. I could not imagine not doing this job – I actually find it great fun. I think I love it.

The problem is that I am an accountant.

I find spending months working on excel spreadsheets fun.

I cheer when I find the missing 10p from a spreadsheet

I scream when I can’t

I think it’s now clear to me that I have quit real living and become another suit in a saturated city. It’s a shame really. I honestly believe I had so much potential to do something more worth while.
( KISS.ME.WHERE.I.POO Signed the sex offenders register on, Thu 22 May 2008, 15:57, 11 replies)

click
As promised.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Thu 22 May 2008, 16:09, closed)

Not at shame at all.
Be glad that you've found your place and that you like it. There are a lot of people like me who never quite manage that, and never feel satisfied. I envy you.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 22 May 2008, 16:35, closed)

<pedant>
You have a £50,000 chair?!
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Thu 22 May 2008, 16:55, closed)

Tulip
I still love you

and cockbrush - I have made an edit - although i would love to know what a £500,000 feels like. hmmmm.
( KISS.ME.WHERE.I.POO Signed the sex offenders register on, Thu 22 May 2008, 16:59, closed)

On the plus side...
..in my opinion you have the best user name / sig combo ever.

Oh and a comfy chair, mine gives me pins and needles in the upper leg region.*


*buttocks
( abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Thu 22 May 2008, 17:16, closed)

I do the accounts for the family firm.
Why does it take me 5 times to add up a column of figures before I get the right sum.


I think my calculator is controlling me.
( girlinthehole, Thu 22 May 2008, 19:37, closed)

Pah!
Doing something worthwhile is so over-rated ;p
I actually have to *share* a broken chair with another colleague.

*click* for something a bit more positive!
(cherrynicola, Thu 22 May 2008, 20:26, closed)

*Sigh*
I officially hate you now.


Have a click. You git.


I want that chair!

;-)
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 22 May 2008, 22:34, closed)

wtf chair
500 pound chair? WTF is it made of? Gold? I hope the fecker is on wheels because otherwise it would take six big blokes to move it anywhere...
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Fri 23 May 2008, 0:44, closed)

The Chair
The chair is made from chrome tubes and is covered with a type of aluminium chain mail you would expect to see on a knight.

It is very comfy (although takes a few seconds to warm up)
( KISS.ME.WHERE.I.POO Signed the sex offenders register on, Fri 23 May 2008, 13:37, closed)

if you really love me...
can I have your chair?
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Fri 23 May 2008, 16:05, closed)