Yeah, so when I’m working at my new job (because I rarely keep the same job that long) and then I find another job I want…. The job I’m at suddenly becomes the least important thing in the world.
I’m just saying that I’ve already secured a new job that I can start next week. Some other job wants me. This makes me special. This job I’m currently working is trash now. I can’t think about anything else. Only how great it’ll be when I walk out of here for the last time. Middle fingers to this job and the last job too.
Shortly after I start the newest job next week I’ll be tired of their BS.
I find that it’s easy getting the job. I find it easy wanting to work every day.
The hardest thing is to stay at a job and live and exist in that toxic work environment.
I never fool myself. I know the next job is trash too.
For years there have only been 2 careers for people like me: city cop and truck driver.
This is how my Antiwork presents itself.