I’m Unemployed

Okay, sometimes that doesn’t make you a rebel. Sometimes being unemployed just makes you broke. However, I am unemployed by choice. I quit my job because my boss was a tyrannical bitch and it was draining my life force, two of the better reasons to quit I like to think. Everyday when I trudged into work, the scene at the beginning of Joe vs. the Volcano ran through my head. If you haven’t seen it, let me set the scene for you.

It’s that time just after rush hour, when every employee is already in the parking lot. The worker ants are making the reluctant walk into the building along the muddy path. To create mood, the scene is lightly gray-scaled, the color sapped like their energy as they realize they sell eight hours of their lives daily for a measly wage and an aching back.

But a spark of hope…

One flower rises up from the muck and concrete, passed by unnoticed by hundreds of dragging feet. Then… it’s squashed.

That’s what working feels like to me.