I just kind-of quit my job. Well, I ended a contract assignment at a major company.
The people were perfectly nice, the hours were decent and they paid me a sic salary for a writer. They even had a cafe with a healthy take on the McMuffin: spinach, egg whites, whole-wheat english muffin. A McMuffin that is actually good for you. Freakin’ beautiful.
Pretty perfect right? You probably want to punch me in the nose. I almost want to punch myself in the nose. But the truth is, the job fit like a bad shoe. It felt ok when I tried it on. And then blisters started popping up everywhere. One day, it became unbearable.
I started sketching the walls of my own cube, like that ape Nabokov said inspired Lolita. I started silently praying the lady would bring the donuts in again just so I could get up from my desk. I made Corporate Lingo Bingo© after a guy used the word “drive” in reference to sales 32 times in a half-hour presentation.
Elevate. Drive. Results.
I am not sure why the job became so awful. Maybe like shoes, I just wanted it to work.
Maybe I’ve been reading too much Timothy Ferriss and day dreaming about doing something wild, like traveling through Australia, Austria, and Auckland and writing a memoir like Eat Pray Love. (Mine would just be called Eat) or starting a blog about doing one terrifying thing each day. First, I’d kill the daddy-long-legs living in my closet, then I would learn how to fly a helicopter.
Maybe it’s that I tasted real freedom in Quebec, by that I mean, doing exactly what I wanted to do: Learn French, write for a newspaper, write travel guides. Indulge in French-Canadian food. Meet people from around the world. Start this travel blog, which has morphed into travel, humor and lifestyle stuff. Check, check, check. Check.
Really, what do you do when you finally realize that the linear life, the day-in, day-out drudgery isn’t for you? How do you live a life outside the cube without turning into the Unabomber? How do I become a full-flourished-able-to-support-myself travel and freelance writer without becoming homeless?
Stay tuned because I plan on figuring it out and taking you with me.