I Quit!
Scaryduck writes, "I celebrated my last day on my paper round by giving everybody next door's paper, and the house at the end 16 copies of the Maidenhead Advertiser. And I kept the delivery bag. That certainly showed 'em."
What have you flounced out of? Did it have the impact you intended? What made you quit in the first place?
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:15)
Scaryduck writes, "I celebrated my last day on my paper round by giving everybody next door's paper, and the house at the end 16 copies of the Maidenhead Advertiser. And I kept the delivery bag. That certainly showed 'em."
What have you flounced out of? Did it have the impact you intended? What made you quit in the first place?
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:15)
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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.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 15:57, 11 replies)
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.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 15:57, 11 replies)
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.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 16:35, closed)
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.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 16:35, 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.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 16:59, closed)
I still love you
and cockbrush - I have made an edit - although i would love to know what a £500,000 feels like. hmmmm.
( , 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
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 17:16, closed)
..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
( , 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.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 19:37, closed)
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.
( , 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!
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 20:26, closed)
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!
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 20:26, closed)
*Sigh*
I officially hate you now.
Have a click. You git.
I want that chair!
;-)
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 22:34, closed)
I officially hate you now.
Have a click. You git.
I want that chair!
;-)
( , 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...
( , Fri 23 May 2008, 0:44, closed)
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...
( , 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)
( , Fri 23 May 2008, 13:37, closed)
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)
( , Fri 23 May 2008, 13:37, closed)
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