I've come to the conclusion that, unless you're pulling in six figures, it's just not worth it to go to work. Time would be much better spent sleeping in, going to the gym, relaxing at the beach or pool and then enjoying a nice night out...or in. I recently lived this lifestyle for two weeks between resigning from my old job and beginning my new one. Was the best two weeks of my life.
Now I'm back to the grind. Corporate America. Sales meetings. Training classes. Sales goals. Reports. Scripts. A long commute. It's been almost a month. And I'm completely over it. I want out. I find myself fantasizing about living in a van down by the river. Okay, it's a condo by the beach. If only I could find one with cheap rent, where I could hear the ocean, and do some kind of per diem freelance work to support a lifestyle of boxed wine and flip flops, with a schedule all my own.
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