Escape fate at all costs.
So once again, there’s a certain freedom in taking the power back. To become autonomous is to become whole once again.
I’ve found a passage to the next gig. It’s a massive pay bump as well, and close to home and the nightlife district.
Once I’m settled into the new gig after a month or so, I’m gonna tear this town a new one over a weekend or two.
Professionally, I’m not allowed to say “fuck you” to past employers because it looks bad and it’s generally frowned upon amongst the pasty whitebread-ass motherfuckers making and setting all the rules at the top of the corporate game. But here, on this blog, it’s a bit more relaxed. I am running this one-man circus show. Therefore, “fuck you” to a certain past employer. Why? Because I can.
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