2 posts from November 2007

I love to sleep. If there's one habit I'd like to continuously develop, it's the art of sleeping. I've been able to sleep in the strangest places, cramped, hot, cool, scary - you name it, I've probably slept on it - or in it!

I've tried sleeping inside a cabinet - as a kid I get scared easily and my refuge would be the cabinet in my room. In the morning, my mom would find me in the cabinet when she can't find me on my bed. I think until know I can still sleep in my cabinet.

I've tried sleeping on sand - it's cool to the skin, but can be uncomfortable considering the amount of insects you'd encounter after one night.

Care to mention transportation? Bus, train, planes, etc - I've slept in it all. I've tried sleeping in a box, a suitcase, and on hard wood - man that last one was probably the worst of the bunch, I couldn't feel anything but the pain on my back! (or maybe I'm just getting old).

One of the reasons I quit my day job was because I couldn't enjoy my sleep. I'd leave home way too early, then arrive really late - no time to relax because during weekends, my boss would be "delegating" work. Now I know there are people who live on less than 5 hours of sleep in a day, and definitely, count me out. My sleep has to be 8 hours at least - or else I won't function properly during the day (zombie alert) and no amount of coffee can't perk me up.

After quitting my work, I was so pleased at the thought of sleeping a full 12 hours.

Unfortunately, a week after quitting, I still haven't managed to do so.

Why am I not sleeping? Do I have insomnia? This is scary. i love to sleep! but i cant sleep! could.. could... they have taken all my yawns?  When will I be able to sleep properly again! Should I be taking sleeping pills?

My eyes are so tired but my brain is still working. This has got to stop.

that ain't me.

I just quit my day job.

I was employed at the same company for 6 years now and during those long years in service (not too long for others i know), you ask, what have I done?

• Woke up early - too early because my house was a planet away from the office. I abhor waking up early. But like most things I hate, I learned to live with it.. until recently.
• Worked for a boss who's always out of town, and I had to handle all his shit. I am so through with that.
• Photocopying. Filing. Photocopying. Filing. Typing. Stapling. Removing Staple wires. Shredding documents. Ouch too many papercuts. Too many clients screaming at my ears. Too many vacation leaves left untouched. Too many lunch dates cancelled.
  
• Been staying in a cubicle that looks like the insides of a milk carton and lest I die of boring cubicle, I quit my job.

So maybe I had it lucky. After all, the company did pay SORTA well. I didn't have to scrimp on money, nor did I hesitate going on a party for fear that all my money be spent on drinks - I had it good.

But good only goes so far. I want more.

To put it simply, I quit my day job because I got so bored. Call me idealistic, call me insane, call me dumb-ass for all I care, I want more than my job could offer, I want more than all the money in the world - I want a life. I think I've put my life on hold for so long I might be dead. I don't want to be 59 and hitting myself in the head because I wasn't able to do the things that I've been wanting to do (God I hope this isn't what they call mid life crisis)

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