Real life is ending

No I am not dying. Although let’s face it, even with all the joys of life, death can be infinitely more fascinating to write about, but that is a topic for another day. I am reading “Rubai’yat of Omar Khayyam”, and he blows the shit about life, death, heaven, and hell wide open. And he does it while he is drunk. He is my hero, at least for now, but I digress.

My real life is ending. This is the life with job, money, self respect, distance from parents and expensive stuff. And most importantly the satisfaction that your well-married cousins and increasingly anxious parents think that even though you are single, you do have your shit together.

But that is about to change. I am on my way to unemployment, in about 2 months, if I hold my head high and resist the temptation to beg for forgiveness from the powers that are my managers. In two months, I would be free. Free from deadlines, late night work calls, initiatives (how I hate that word) and over-worked, complaining co-workers (they will have one less complaining co-worker as well, so win-win!). I have kept this job for 9 years and I have liked it for about 2 and been good at it for about 6. Those initial 2 years, I was a naïve, stupid girl with a crush on my colleague and all I wanted to do was to impress him. Yes, impress him with work –talk about bad opening moves. What did I think he was going to say, I want to kiss the hands that wrote that piece of code? Although if he had; I would have been messed up at a whole new level. Anyhow, I never dated that guy but I got really good at my job and that initial push helped me ride along for the next few years. But last three years, I have just been waiting for things to get bad enough to quit. And now things just did get bad enough.

Anyway, I suspect that I would get some time on my hands since the job that occupies me for over 15 hours everyday is about to go away, I can finally create a sustainable blog – so here it is. Real life is ending and the dream life begins… in a few months.

(… if I chicken out and go back to my job, you would hear about that as well. So in my first post, I have admitted to being naïve, stupid, coward, incompetent and complaining.

At the least, I am honest.)