7 Year Itch

Ever get the feeling that you're sleeping, but a little awake? That's work, for me. I do a little spreadsheet, push a little paper, then I get down tonight. Get down tonight.

There have been times where I've been frustrated with work, either because of the red tape bullshit, lack of enforced labor laws, menial pay, or because I just *didn't* want to work on the budget any-frickin-more, but this exceeds all that, in a strange anticlimactic way.

I'm just bored.

I'm bored and I'm getting old, and I get the feeling that it's time to trade my job for a career, you know, like what grown-ups have. Elaine is going off to grad school, with Monnette not far behind her. East is thinking of peddling his skillz elsewhere. Everyone is leaving except for me. I'm like that loser who got drunk at a party, passed out, and woke up to the sound of the floor polisher as the cleaning crew entered.

Palm Springs, baby.