Friday morning, July 15
Jul. 15th, 2011 10:00![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeFeeling very uneasy today. Not as in, "nervous", but as in...well, how to say it? There's a whole lot I want to get done, things I want to do and work on, and I'm stuck here in an office in Liberty providing digital handjobs for clients who aren't really mine in any useful sense. It's days like today when I am painfully aware of my mortality, aware than I am wasting away in a box with only a desperately small loophole to The Outside World.
One must provide for one's family, and if I'm not here we don't buy groceries. Michelle called us "the working poor" not so long ago, and I bristled at the idea, finding the label deeply offensive and - here's the real shitter - sadly all too true.
I'll get over it. This isn't about The Day Job in particular, but about the general state of affairs. I've got it off my chest.
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Incidentally, this will be the last entry I crosspost to LJ. Everything I have to say in a "journal" setting after this will be here. You know where to find me, dear reader.
One must provide for one's family, and if I'm not here we don't buy groceries. Michelle called us "the working poor" not so long ago, and I bristled at the idea, finding the label deeply offensive and - here's the real shitter - sadly all too true.
I'll get over it. This isn't about The Day Job in particular, but about the general state of affairs. I've got it off my chest.
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Incidentally, this will be the last entry I crosspost to LJ. Everything I have to say in a "journal" setting after this will be here. You know where to find me, dear reader.