An Experiment in Scotch

So, as it turns out, my bitch­ing about my self-review was unnec­es­sary. Mon­day, Octo­ber 22nd, I quit my job. I actu­ally almost did it the Fri­day before but wanted to make sure I wasn’t mak­ing a rash deci­sion (as if detest­ing each minute you spent at work for the past 4 months could ever be …

Does that lit­tle jin­gle make you think Christ­mas? Well stop it, it’s not what I’m talk­ing about. Hal­loween nei­ther even though it’s a great lit­tle hol­i­day. No, I’m talk­ing about review time. That time dur­ing the year when the review fairy comes down from on high where she’s been hang­ing out with Jesus and John …

I have decided that you can clas­sify jobs on a tax­o­nomic basis, i.e. every job is just like some liv­ing creature.  I have also decided that my cur­rent job is like being a old, stately oak.  In a drought.  Where your leaves die.  And then a limb or two.  Then slowly, your heart and soul …