Eight months — nine, actually — I gave notice, and for the first Monday in thirteen years I’ll be waking up without gainful employment. It’s going to take awhile to sink in, but I’m quite eager to take on this next phase of never having to work for someone else again, or make excuses for their bullshit, or any of it. It’s frightening but invigorating. When people ask about the income I hope, or need, to make as a writer and photographer, I can tell them with confidence that I’ve made enough already the last couple years to know there’s more to be made. I’m excited.
I did my best to keep things cool with the former employer, gave lots of notice, all that, but in the end things got a little weird and a lot of stuff started to rub me the wrong way. So I don’t have any qualms posting this video, and if it could be construed as lighting a match to a bridge, I’d happily use a flamethrower. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: I’d rather live in my car than ever be that guy who’d show up to some of those sinkhole companies in fucking khakis and a polo shirt. I should have done this ten years ago or more. If anything makes me queasy, it’s what I was, not what I’ve gone and done.
I’m going to be updating things around here a bit, and, hopefully, posting a little more. It’s a big change, and I want to build some momentum. I hope everyone else is staring down the long corridor of 2016 with as much enthusiasm as I am. Happy let’s-kick-things-in-the-ass New Year!