Okay, backstory… I was hired to be a project manager for a company back in early May, from that point forward until this Monday, (Nov. 7) my relationship with this job had deteriorated to the point where I had prepared a resignation letter the Sunday prior, I did not have anything lined up… I was just done with this job. Come the following day, I had the letter typed and signed in my bag, until my bosses called me up just after lunch to speak with them. Instead of triumphantly announcing my resignation and dissatisfaction with my job, my bosses tell me that due to low work and losing a client, I was to be let go and be given 4 weeks' severance. I kept my mouth shut and I never handed in my resignation.
This job was not great, the commute was long (3 hours round-trip, two trains and a bus), and the bosses were not very pleasant, so being let go with severance was kind of surprising. But now I have kind of hit a mental wall… with the pandemic having screwed any sense of normalcy and growing older, I don't want to return to working in any faculty. I have grown contemptuous of having to answer to anyone above me, whether the boss or a middle manager. I no longer care to put any effort in working period… I would rather do house chores, paint, read, bake, exercise, and wake up to the light of the sun through my window, not some arbitrary alarm clock. I have this severance, but I am even contemplating just selling my car so that I don't have to go to work right away. I don't want to put any more effort working for clowns I don't respect and only view me as an input on a spreadsheet.
I am not calling to overthrow capitalism, I am just sick of this rat race… My brain is stuck in a 'No Fucks Given' mode. I will need to go find work again, because sure as hell I don't have the savings to become an Entrepeneur and I am no heir awaiting his rich parents to drop dead. Fuck's sake, I jumped into three jobs in a row in the last 3 years just to keep up with the exploding cost of everything, and just surviving is no life worth living. I want to have 'me' time again, which seems to be the only luxury item that no one seems to have anymore.