Jan 25
That old black magic
No matter what, I can’t seem to shake the feeling that my decision to migrate from my previous job to my present job was anything but a colossal mistake. I’m not even sure why, because when I was actually working at my last job, I had a whole laundry list of reasons I was pissed off about it. Now, I want to go back. Is it the “grass is always greener” syndrome or is it genuine?
Part of me wants to go back to the responsibility and immense, unforgiving hours. Part of me wants to stay and work for the Great Blue E knowing that I will have a nice, solid schedule with no major surprises and holidays off.
Hell, I don’t even know if my old job still exists anymore. I’m just dreaming again. Dreaming about a job that doesn’t make me want to come home and hang myself with some single-mode fiber. Oh well, I don’t suppose that job really exists.