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I’m literally four credit hours from my degree… It’s been about two semesters since my last class. My last two semesters I only took one or two classes.
I have a respectable job that pays shit at a decent sized television station. I’m more comptent than half the people there, albeit making less. I’ve been there nearly 3 years.
Just last week I realized what I want to do the rest of my life, and it has nothing the fuck to do with TV.
Bingo. I now have the freedom to do whatever the fuck I want. I mean, I’ve already smoked pot and drunken myself out of my mind on the job, which neither seems to matter since I’m still damned competent.
But now I can tell the producers off. I can point out every damned stupid ass thing that shouldn’t happen and does. I can call everyone out on their mistakes. Even my bosses.
What? Are you going to fire me? The most competent employee you have because I told someone who gets paid 3 times what I do the God’s Honest Truth and just so happened to hurt their feelings? But you don’t fire my incompetent co-worker who has single handedly ruined more fucking newscasts than anyone else? I didn’t think so.
Janis Joplin was right, Freedom is just another word for Nothing Else To Lose. God I love my job.