SAD CLOWN
I quit my job last week, which means so many great things that I can’t even begin to list them. I could probably ham the feeling up with some real New Testament language if I wanted. But office-related misery breeds a really specific (and really worthy, I think) kind of writing. I fear that in the absence of circumstantial, semi-suicidal feelings, I might no longer have access to it.
For over a year, all internet activity was a transgressive — to write a blog post from a work computer was to assert a discrete life that was totally separate and secret. Each moment spent mentally condensing a joke into 140 characters felt like I was sticking it to the man. A small victory, sure, but there were times when my spirit really was saved by it. I just hope that hating 9 hours of each day wasn’t the only thing that made the other 15 hours so great. We’ll see.
