One of my favorite parts of life is figuring out how to weasel out of my responsibilities. When I was in school, I showed up to a maximum of 4 out of the 5 days I was supposed to be there. I’d ditch, and I’d drive up to Los Angeles, and try and get into tapings of TV shows. Or, I’d go to Disneyland. When I was younger and didn’t have a car, you’d find me first purchasing a foot long Grinder at Mario’s Deli, and then playing “Paperboy” for hours at the local liquor store. As an adult, quite often, I would get a shift at my job covered, so I’d have a day off. On that day off, I’d either watch TV all day, go for a jog, meet a friend for margaritas at noon, or find myself aimlessly walking around the city I live in, looking for adventure. I’m haunted by the fact that there is a whole world out there and I’m missing it all. I have had a hard time living up to responsibilities because my mind is always wandering. I want to do what is fun, not what I’m supposed to do.
With my new job, I’m trying to shake that off. (Even though I’m currently writing this blog at work.) This is a job that requires a lot of work and takes a lot of time out of my schedule. It could be something that lasts, and gives me a bright future. And I haven’t let them down. I don’t plan on letting them down, either. I just need to get rid of the very loud child in my head that is screaming at me to call in sick.
