Stop that carrying on out at the juke joints. Retire the saddle. Dress professionally. Take up golf, that's where people get noticed, at company golf tourneys. Get a car that makes a statement, strap on a power tie.
Be seen at the country club, not the disco. Retain a little personal reserve. Be the man on the move, the ones the bosses see and talk about. "This one is going places.", and "Young LMNO there is a man to watch."
Pretty soon, you'll be increasing your high score every two weeks. Stock options might even be in your future, if you're a quick lad. Take your entertainment in sensible ways. Football, for example...And it never hurts to work on your golf game...But not so much that you skunk the boss. Remember that.
Yeah, this is going to mean some extra hours, of course...But you can always send your wife on that vacation anyway, when you have to stick around and babysit the Big Johnson Account. She'll understand. You're working for your and her future.
One day, you'll be sitting in your corner office. You'll have made it. Somehow, along the way, you will have noticed that you made it alone. Where'd everybody go? Well, no matter. Some old hippie once said, "What profiteth a man if he gains the whole world, but loses his soul?"...The answer is, of course, obvious. He gains the world. And that's all that matters, here in America. Love is for poets, music is for deadbeats, and Big Gay Cowboys are for those kind of freaks that just don't have top-floor mentalities. If you really need any of that stuff, fuck it, just go out and buy it.
Go for the gold, LMNO. It's all that matters. Right? Right right right?
Okay for now,
Dok
Damn....
Quote from: That'll be five Twid, please. on February 28, 2012, 04:43:33 PM
Damn....
The American Dream™ can be yours, too. All you have to change is...well, everything you are. Put away the rock n roll. Calm the fuck down. Get a 9-5 and work it. Regrets felt in your old age are nothing more than an indulgence, an impediment to all that is Right & Good about the USA. Practice climbing on the backs of others...If they lack the ability to claim their work as their own, that's hardly
your problem, is it? There's the hamster wheel, young 'un. Get to it. Run like hell, make that fucker sing.
And don't you ever stop running, because IT'S right behind you.
Weird timing. Im at work wearing a suit and tie. I got in at 830. Im staying til 7.
Quote from: That'll be five Twid, please. on February 28, 2012, 04:57:34 PM
Weird timing. Im at work wearing a suit and tie. I got in at 830. Im staying til 7.
That's the spirit. Chase that brass ring. Years from now, when you want to punch the mirror, you'll at least be able to afford a new one.
My previously mentioned supervisor smirked when she saw me and said "what an interesting form of self torture!"
Quote from: That'll be five Twid, please. on February 28, 2012, 04:57:34 PM
Weird timing. Im at work wearing a suit and tie. I got in at 830. Im staying til 7.
To quote myself from roughly 5 years ago when I used to write more... (http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php/topic,13949.msg446444.html#msg446444)
QuoteA constant theme that comes up in our discussions is that of work.
We have to eat, we need a place to sleep, we need to clothe our bodies, and we need to take care of others in our familial units (pets included). It is vital to a certain aspect of our survival.
But then there's the other part of survival. The part that happens in the headspace.
Life happens and we happen with it. Events may dictate that we end up in a job or occupation that wasn't necessarily in our Top 5 when we were in 2nd grade. While this situation may be less than ideal, it doesn't have to be a death, or life in prison sentence.
The key is to attain, retain, and maintain that freedom in the head. This can be difficult though while life is happening around you. You are forced, by your boss, to do certain things to maintain employment, that may work against how you feel and think inside. Maybe you need to start making cold calls, when you hate getting cold calls yourself. Maybe you need to start declining more applicants, while you hate it when it happens to you. But if you don't do these things, life will happen much more harshly when the income dries up.
So, much like many things in this world, it seems like being able to balance is key. If you can walk the tightrope and keep your wits about you, you'll make it to the other end. Your aide will be your balancing beam. Maybe it's writing poetry/prose. Maybe it's creating music. Maybe it's sticking your hands in dirt in your back yard. Maybe it's scaling the nearby rocky cliff. Whatever it is, you need to keep it at hand. To keep that headspace open and free.Because suffocation is simply where you stopped breathing.
We all have to work to put meat and potatoes on the table. But, we don't have to let work, work us.
Quote from: What's-His-Name? on February 28, 2012, 05:25:53 PM
But, we don't have to let work, work us.
It's just this sort of attitude that keeps people from realizing what's important.
Winning.
Winning.Winning.
Yeah, I'd rather my comfortably meager income than coming home every night at 8 pm and my wife asking me, "Who are you again?"
That's one of those American tropes that always pisses me off to no end. Living has been inextricably linked to amassing money, no matter how much of your soul you have to exchange for that money.
There is great wealth in living a little more Rock and Roll and a little less Standard and Poors.
I don't need the damned white fence. I don't need the Mercedes. I don't need to need the fanciest techno-bling.
I need space. Inner and outer. An expansive existence free to explore and exercise. Not chained to a corner-desk working to live the life they say I need to have.
That life is bullshit. It may make me money-rich but it will make me freedom poor.
Quote from: What's-His-Name? on February 28, 2012, 05:31:59 PM
Yeah, I'd rather my comfortably meager income than coming home every night at 8 pm and my wife asking me, "Who are you again?"
Look, you have been given the OPPORTUNITY to participate in the pathetic little circus we call The Free Market™. There's no time for spouses, no time for integrity, ethics, or even remorse. Just getting that Lexus, getting that Rolex, and
winning.
Quote from: What's-His-Name? on February 28, 2012, 05:37:07 PM
I don't need the damned white fence. I don't need the Mercedes. I don't need to need the fanciest techno-bling.
You must be one of those home-grown radicals They've warned us about.
Yep. We like to acquire experiences, not things. Things get old and break and eventually get thrown away. Experiences accumulate, they build, they grow....
That's my kind of economic growth. The economy of experiencing. Where is the Warren Buffet for that?
Actually the funny thing is that im working late today to make up for yesterday when i was busy trying to figure out how it was possible for me to get my amp in villagers trunk if i couldnt get it out.
I'LL GROW UP WHEN I BREAK A HIP DOING THE GAY WANGO TANGO!
It occurs to me that it would be a particularly awesome occurrence if we were all to wind up in the same old-folks home.
That would.... I would feel bad for the staff. :lulz:
USGOV would be forced to make new laws preventing such cases, because for the children and housing, or something.
The day I grow up, I fervently hope one of you bastards has the common decency to shoot me.
Quote from: Luna on February 28, 2012, 10:15:07 PM
The day I grow up, I fervently hope one of you bastards has the common decency to shoot me.
Be careful what you wish for or you will be the next person to get shot while being shot. Tucson doesn't mind reusing the same joke.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on February 29, 2012, 08:52:20 AM
Quote from: Luna on February 28, 2012, 10:15:07 PM
The day I grow up, I fervently hope one of you bastards has the common decency to shoot me.
Be careful what you wish for or you will be the next person to get shot while being shot. Tucson doesn't mind reusing the same joke.
It's going to be a while. Genius humor like that shouldn't be overused.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on February 29, 2012, 08:52:20 AM
Quote from: Luna on February 28, 2012, 10:15:07 PM
The day I grow up, I fervently hope one of you bastards has the common decency to shoot me.
Be careful what you wish for or you will be the next person to get shot while being shot. Tucson doesn't mind reusing the same joke.
I find this acceptable, in the event named. I may grow old, but grow UP? Hell, no.