It’s a strange feeling, going from a place where I really
felt like I was having meaningful input on projects that actually mattered, to
waking up and knowing that I’m not making any meaningful contribution at all to
society at large.
I’ve got a few weeks of leave payout to cushion the
financial blow, so you can all move our fingers away from the panic buttons. I’m
not going to starve. But I am looking forward to finding out how my life might
look different without a job to revolve it around.
So far the answer seems to be that my life looks hairier.
Or rather, I myself look harrier. Not having to look professional every morning
means not having to shave and I for one am enjoying it. We’ll see how long it
takes until my face gets so itchy I want to tear it off, but for now a change
is as good as a holiday.
You know what? That’s complete rubbish. I’ve just changed
my facial hair policy. It is no-where near as good as a holiday. When was the
last time you heard anyone say “a week in Bali is as good as cutting down on
saturated fats?” Who writes these platitudes?
Not me. I don’t do anything.
Make of that what you will.
Garry with2 Rs
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