I had a job like that, some city/municipal shyt. I would take 2 hour lunches, took naps on the regular in my office, never answered the phone or return calls, stayed calling out sick, would even just str8 up leave early some Friday’s and not even tell anyone. All that and I still hated it, just the fact I had to be at a specific place and stay there all day, the fact I had someone telling me what to do, the fact that I had to play politics and be fake with people I didn’t like, and those depressing ass Sunday nights dreading the next AM was the worst. I felt like a child at best and a slave at worst. Then when I got laid off I realized another fact, that my whole existence was dependent on the whims of my boss liking me or not, or the economy as a whole. Nah. fukk that. I told myself then that I was never going back. Didn’t even have a plan, I just knew that life wasn’t for me so whatever I did I was gonna damn sure make it work.
This. I don’t be arrogant about it, but its like a quiet confidence. fukk yeah I’m trying to get money and build some generational wealth, but it’s also not about being rich. It’s about freedom, piece of mind and being healthy. Eat better, more time to work out, less stress = Longer life.
80K on your own feels like millions VS. 80K working for someone else
says who?
? You a teacher?
