The Sweet Sounds of Selling Out
Yes, folks, at long last, your humble writer is the recipient of a bona fide, grown-up, high-heel wearing job. Thank you, thank you...you are too kind. I found out yesterday that I am the new assistant director at the Albany Chamber of Commerce, a title that will be found on business cards and those little shitty programs that everyone throws away when they go to festivals and things. I edit de newsletters, I write de press releases, I write de grants, AND I DO NOT MAKE DE COFFEE. HA HA DE FUCKING HA!!!!!
I now have insurance, sick leave time, vacation time and salary. I have a lunch break with which I can go to cafes and order salads and lattes with no foam.
And I am totally happy to sell out. Seriously. I don't know why, but this doesn't bother me in the least. I am happy to forget all about living the underpaid enlightened life, and live the semi-enlightened, "Can I have that in black?" life. Totally.
And that's what bothers me the most. Should I feel sad? I'm now officially a grown up. I own a suit. I drink black coffee. I am gainfully employed. I (on November 1) will have a desk.
What's next? What do I have to look forward to now?
Sigh.
But, seriously, who the fuck cares? After October 31, I do not ever have to make a cappuccino again. Yeah, bitches. Now that, my little morsels of perfectly seasoned meat, is freakin' sweet.
I now have insurance, sick leave time, vacation time and salary. I have a lunch break with which I can go to cafes and order salads and lattes with no foam.
And I am totally happy to sell out. Seriously. I don't know why, but this doesn't bother me in the least. I am happy to forget all about living the underpaid enlightened life, and live the semi-enlightened, "Can I have that in black?" life. Totally.
And that's what bothers me the most. Should I feel sad? I'm now officially a grown up. I own a suit. I drink black coffee. I am gainfully employed. I (on November 1) will have a desk.
What's next? What do I have to look forward to now?
Sigh.
But, seriously, who the fuck cares? After October 31, I do not ever have to make a cappuccino again. Yeah, bitches. Now that, my little morsels of perfectly seasoned meat, is freakin' sweet.
posted by Southern Belle at 9:10 PM
2 Comments:
A) why are people posting ads as comments in your journal?
B) I am happy for you
C) I just realized that we are the future of this world. Bowie loving-fucking cursing-idealitic-but still knows what the world is made of and what we need to do to conquer it. We can sell out, but deep down we'd love to live the unpaid struggling writer deal. We will sit at our desks and download new morsels of indie music that we will really like and curse at the asshole bosses not even under our breath. I LOVE IT!
Sorry, that wasn't really coherent, but oh well.
_Kt
dude, i am totally happy for you. life without insurance sucks. congrats.
-kathleen
ps - your title rocks. do you get a special hat? perhaps a wand or ultimate light saber of doom? a secret ring or handshake? surely you get some badge of office that you can use to intimidate the masses and/or coerce information?
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