Day 6 of my sinus infection...please send chicken soup and trashy magazines to: Mucus Blob Girl Shoebox Condo The Tundra aka. Canada When I went to see my doctor to get antibiotics, I mentioned that I had dropped by my work to "show face" aka. stop the squawking cubicle hens from spreading rumours about me… Continue reading The magic of saying things out loud.
I did it again. I put so much imaginary pressure on myself to "escape" the cubicle within a certain time frame, that I began to loathe the process. Suddenly the 9-5 grind didn't seem like such a sucker deal anymore. It always comes down to the same problem: taking on too much at once, making… Continue reading The end of the countdown.
(I never understood Dilbert comics as a kid, until my life became a Dilbert comic. And now I laugh so hard I cry a little whenever one of my fellow cube slaves graces my inbox with one.)
In case you weren't able to decipher my escape plan from my brilliant doodle, this is what I've got "figured out" so far... 1. Shit I know I have to do: Move out of Toronto (*insert gasp from anyone who knows me*) Embrace a more minimalist lifestyle 2. Shit I still need to figure out:… Continue reading T-minus 118 days: A slightly less vague semblance of an escape plan.
I've always been a proponent of to-do lists as a way of organizing the seemingly endless number of tasks I've been dawdling on. The only problem is, to-do lists are sneaky. They provide you with the temporary illusion of getting shit done: Step 1, make a to-do list. Well, that took effort. I deserve the… Continue reading T-minus 119 days: Goodbye, to-do lists!
It is hard to believe that I made the decision to escape the cube of doom a mere 10 days ago, because so much has happened since then. Well, to be fair, days 1-5 were really just a combination of me manically scribbling down every half-baked idea that came to mind, frantically checking bank accounts… Continue reading T-minus 120 days: A brief summary of days 1-10.
...and if that doesn't work, I CLEARLY have a bright future ahead of me in the professional world of doodling.
So many times over the last week I've caught myself in a steady stream of begrudging "I have tos." I have to get up early and work on my blog/business plan/course work/job search. I have to go to work in 15 minutes. I have to come home and read the stack of books on my… Continue reading T-minus 124 days: Have to vs. get to…
Current mood: Frank Costanza, Episode 159, Seinfeld. Not a Seinfeld fan? We can't be friends. The first few days after I decided to quit my job I felt...zen. Work bullshit could not touch me. "Oh, you want that last-minute PowerPoint deck done in 30 minutes? Sure thing, sir. Not a problem. Happy to help!" I took… Continue reading T-minus 125 days: Serenity now…
...I usually give up and concede to another few months of cubicle life until I get so sick of water cooler chit-chat again that I come up with another seemingly-awesome idea which I inevitably give up on and so on. You get the point. So what's different this time? Beyond the giant pile of self-help… Continue reading T-minus 126 days: When the going gets tough…