And Suddenly…

It was either the mind-numbing boredom of watching the minutes go by or the hypertension-inducing demands of my boss T. A. Liban  that cracked my heretofore steely resolve and showed the way.

And by the way, I mean the six steps to the door. And freedom.

I’m not one to quit easily. I can be a pit bull when I decide to hold on to something, and when that happens, its usually do or die. But here lies a caveat: I may be a tough bastard with nuts made of cast iron and all, but I know if what I am doing isn’t really woth my time, I let go without regrets. I can commit myself to a project, to a goal, an idea, but once I get a feeling that it’s all going to fall to shit eventually, I’m the first once out of there.

Judgmental, you might say; What about giving something a chance and try to see if it will still work out for the best?

It just so happened that I developed a sixth sense towards this kind of thing.

I’ve always been a student of history, man. It was said by some German guy that whoever lives without drawing on the wisdom of a thousand years is living from hand to mouth. well,If that is the case then I’m force-fed on experience.

I don’t want to repeat the same mistake I made with the previous job I held. I knew something was going to fall to shit along the way, and I was right. But out of desperation for a stable fucking job and to put an end to the nagging, I held on.

Look where my ass-headedness got me.

Now I’m back at the same damn road. I can choose to go on the easy way, doing what I do now, and let go of a professional growth opportunity, or I can go for the hard way and do over.

Pretty simple choice, isn’t it?