Sometime in the last 2–3 years, I got incredibly fed up with standard white-collar work, which is so often driven by politics and bullshit and ridiculous assignments. I was still doing it because the money was good, late-stage capitalism can be bad, and I liked taking fancy trips and entertaining friends and acquaintances — as well as periodically day-drinking in “patio weather.”
The thing is, mostly I had been making money from writing. It was getting too confusing to have writing be a “passion” and an “income source” at the same time, and I just found every white-collar gig I had eventually shifted towards pointless or meaningless in some way. I think most people feel that at their jobs, but don’t always say it out loud.
The Slow Demise Into Meaninglessness Of White-Collar Work
We now “communicate” way more than we “iterate.”
After I got Piped off one contract in early-to-mid-August, I wasn’t making that much money and I needed to find new ways to bring in money and cover bills. I did go to Georgetown, which feels fancy to say, so I had to swallow my pride a little bit on bartending due to the “upper middle class” (a group that doesn’t exist anymore) social stigma around the service industry, but eventually I just took a bartending job.