Last night I tore apart my apartment in preparation for my move next door. I’m trying to separate the contents of various “junk boxes” so I know what I have, what I can keep, and what I should throw away. Then I fried the electricity for my side of the third floor. I was cleaning my oven, and I removed the heating element to clean under it, saw a pretty violent flash and all the power went out. So now I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. I can only stay at the Bad Waitress for so long drinking beer.
I came pretty close to quiting my pizza-driving job on Friday after meeting the district manager. I feel like I’m reacquainted with my “real” self, complete with people putting me in my place and subjecting me to their ridiculous rules that supposedly keep their constructed fantasy worlds running. I’m completely outside my own life, and while it’s nice for a while, it can’t last, because I don’t “get along” with the world. I either play by their rules or my own (of course, subject to punishment if I choose the latter.)
Exits + Obstacles should be out soon, and hopefully it will change some of this. Or maybe not. Either way, I probably won’t be delivering pizzas much longer.