My life is a myriad of night before’s. The night before my first day of college. The night before moving out for the first time. The night before college graduation, the night before moving out of the dorms for the last time, the night before my birthday, the night before Christmas, the night before my first real job.
And here I sit, the night before yet another first. Tomorrow I say goodbye to corporate America and say hello to a dream I’ve been planning for since college. It hasn’t been easy; the road has been long and very twisty. There’s a part of me who thought I’d never actually make it to my destination.
So this is what hard work produces. Huh.
On Tuesday I begin life as an assistant editor; soon (hopefully) I will move up the ladder to editor. On Monday, I meet with a local entrepreneur to discuss his blog, website, and social media presence. I’m on my way, and glad to be here.
I should have listened to Glinda, way back when I was a child who thought nothing about careers and dreams and money. “You’ve always had the power, my dear. You just had to learn if for yourself.”
Indeed. I’ve always had the power to make my dream a reality, it seems. I just needed to believe it.
And I do.
“Fuck you. That’s my name. You know why, mister? You drove a Hyundai to get here. I drove an eighty-thousand dollar BMW. THAT’S my name. And your name is your wanting. You can’t play in the man’s game, you can’t close them – go home and tell your wife your troubles. Because only one thing counts in this life: Get them to sign on the line which is dotted…That watch costs more than your car. I made $970,000 last year. How much’d you make? You see pal, that’s who I am, and you’re nothing. Nice guy? I don’t give a shit. Good father? Fuck you! Go home and play with your kids. You wanna work here – close!”
This is the movie clip my (soon to be ex) coworkers watch every morning. And they believe every word of it.
I find it sad that money is the only thing that matters to them. They all have wives, girlfriends, one of them has a small daughter. But they’re always here. They’re always in the office. And that’s fine – I can respect being passionate about your job. Hell, I’m about to launch into freelance writing and I will be on it ALL THE TIME. But I don’t mind, because I love it. That’s my path.
The thing I have a problem with is their habit of demeaning anyone who disagrees with them. It doesn’t make you a better person if you drove here in an $80,000 BMW. Who. Cares. You place value on someone because of their material possessions? That speaks volumes about your character, e.g., you’re a SHITTY person. I will bet all that money that you’re not going to be lying on your deathbed thinking, “Well, I sure am glad I worked so many hours and made all that money.” You’ll be lying there, filled with regret, because you missed your daughter’s first steps. She cried when you came home and picked her up because she didn’t recognize you. But hey. At least you made millions and had a nice house and a nice car. That’s something.
If I ever become as shallow and money obsessed as these people, I want someone to put me out of my misery. That’s no way to live – life is too short to be a rude asshole. Get a grip.
So I’ll gladly drive my almost 10 year old Hyundai around, because I’m happy with my life, my (future) job – and I don’t measure my success by the number in my bank account. I win.
I can finally announce what’s been happening behind the scenes for awhile now.
As of Monday, May 26, I will be accepting a job as an assistant editor at a local publishing house. I will also be launching full-tilt into my freelance writing.
I honestly could not be more excited.
Just imagine…I graduated from college 5 years ago today. I’ve spent all that time looking, searching, clawing my way around the job market that is Atlanta, only coming up empty handed, time and again. But here…it’s 2014. It’s finally happening. The life I’ve always wanted is standing before me, and it’s mine for the taking. I don’t know if it’s a result of hard work or luck; perhaps a smidgeon of both. All I know is that I’m ready. I’m at peace. This is where I’m meant to be, and I’m going to embrace it with both arms.
Let’s go, people. This is it.
Only one thing matters in this life: getting them to sign on the line that is dotted.
There are so many things wrong with this quote and the mindset in this place I’m currently in. I’ll expound later.