bolix's Journal: Hit me baby, one more time

I quit. I am Elective Unemployed. We do not figure in the statistics polled from those receiving assistance.

I received a 3% raise and $600 bonus. More than most people. It just was not enough for me. I could no longer stand to help old businessmen make more money in an institutionalised Ponzi scheme: A better dressed sweatshop.

I sleep better, allowing for the ocassional financial worries. My friends and family tell me i look well rested, less drawn and harried. I spend my time dabbling in development, scraping together the dregs of my unused college programming skills while searching for IT positions in supposedly ethically rewarding professions. Fortunately I live in Boston where Hospitals, Universitys and Non-Profits abound.

Unfortunately i find myself priced out of the market, a pleasant side effect of a corporate career. I balance the more stringent financial pressures with a budget. The first since college. I eat at home, healthy food with only the odd restaurant meal with my girlfriend.

I dream of the rousing tirades of the Internet digerati against the old order. I. Want. That.

Move along now, nothing to report here. Yet.