Freedom

For those of you who aren't aware, I'm able to blog on a Monday morning because I've finally freed myself of the shackles of the warehouse job, due to some unforeseen financial improvements.

Last Monday, while in the warehouse, I was noting the Zen of picking and packing bottles, and the way in which I was able to reflect on life as I went about my 8 hours of mindless work, convincing myself of the value of my time there. I was even questioning whether I might try to keep the job come summer, when I had planned on having the opportunity to leave, because of the positive emotional benefits. Then, on Tuesday, I learned that my pay was being increased at both of my other jobs. It took me less than a second to decide to quit at bottletown. The Zen of 38 hours a week of employment far outweighs the Zen of 50.

I feel like I should write some sort of tribute to my 2.5 years in a warehouse, the camaraderie, the things I learned about life, etc. Right now, I'm just relieved to not have to go back to grunt work and a general feeling of worthlessness. Bear that in mind, all you who romanticize the blue collar lives of working men and women.