Do you think that you need a girl who’s a gambler, or a girl that doesn’t believe that she’s taking a gamble by being with you?
And I think that sometimes you do have to play the game to get where you want to be. Yeah, a lot of people are stuck in a shitty rat race, but there are times when being afraid to do or say whatever you feel like can save your ass.
Wow, you make a good point man with that first statement.
Well, nobody HAS to play the game. You’re right in saying “….you have to play the game to get where you want to be” but only IF you strive to work your way up the ladder. Maybe the real question is where do you want to be? Why do you want to be there? And are you going to feel like your decades worth of effort are worth your current position when you’re 80? On my deathbed, I’m afraid I’d have a hard time being proud or thankful for any job or position. I’m sure my final thoughts would be more along the lines of wishing I took more vacations, pursued more personal passions, and boned more women.
I’m only saying that the average American who dies at age 25 would have spent his entire life getting an education and making “smart” decisions to get themselves a future that never came. I can’t help but think that’s the same feeling I’d have with a typical retirement situation: “Now that I’m 80 and can’t move or remember shit, I’m glad I’m finally free. Should I call up my old crew? Well, half are dead now and the other half I lost touch with over the course of our rat race struggles. Damn, that company sucked 40 years from the only life I’ll ever have and they won’t even remember my name. There goes my life, but I’m free now, man I showed them.” Please.
In retrospect, it’s easy to see where I made some poor career decisions, and some that turned out OK. There’s no doubt that, had I been more aggressive in my career path, I might well now be in a position earning more money, and, overall, be much better off financially. But, climbing the corporate ladder was never my main priority. For me, my career choices were just a means to an end, not the end in itself. And even if I had gone after those better paying more demanding positions, I can’t say that what I would have given up in personal freedom would have made it worth the sacrifice.
I do know a few who choose to go the corporate ladder route. But that was their thing, that was their priority. So, for them, I guess that was cool. They do have a lot more stuff than I do, and if that’s how they keep score, then I guess they won.
Ideally, the thing to do is to find something you really enjoy doing, and make that your career. But, alas, the world has just too many porn stars today.
I don’t know, man, it’s like I know what I want to do, but I’m a fucking hypocrite. A lot of times you have to choose between doing what you want and being poor (which sucks balls) and doing what you don’t want and having money.
This being the Christmas season, there has been a lot on the Discovery and History channels lately concerning the birth of Jesus, where and when he was born, the Magi searching out the scene of the Nativity, etc. To begin with, researchers aren’t even sure what year he was born, let alone where or what month. This is because of the primitive dating and record keeping systems that were in existence back then. But as for me, I’m much more interested in the conversation that must have gone on between God the Father and God the Son (three persons in one God, got it.) just prior to the birth of Jesus. I’m sure it had to go something like this:
Father: Dude, what’s up?
Son: Not much. I was just over in Andromeda creating some supernovas.
Father: Awesome, dude, awesome. Say, listen, I have a little project for you.
Son: Sure, what is it?
Father: It’s over in the Milky Way. That little planet in the outer belt, Earth. You know, with the humans.
Son: Yeah, yeah.
Father: Well, I need you to go there and redeem all mankind.
Son: OK. What do I have to do?
Father: Not much, really. You have to be born of a virgin. I’ll work out the details on this. Spend the next 12 years doing normal kid stuff, spend another 18 years or so helping your stepfather with some carpentry shit, and then just walk around for three years preaching love and peace.
Son: No problem, man.
Father: Oh yeah, just one more minor detail. After preaching the love and peace bit, you get the ever-loving shit kicked out of you, and you die on a cross.
Son: Say what?
Father: Don’t worry, dude. After three days, you’ll raise up and be as good as new.
All this week on the History Channel it’s been Armageddon Week, where various earth annihilation scenarios are being discussed. Personally, I like the 12/21/2012 doomsday one. This has been popularized by the Mayans, who, apparently knew their shit, even though their entire population of some 5 million got their asses kicked by Cortez and two other guys, and also, by the ancient Chinese I Ching. Nobody knows what, if anything, will happen, but some scientists believe that a radical shift in the poles might take place in just a few days. I think it be so cool if we started getting snow in Orlando, and St Louis and parts of the country north of there suddenly turned into a sub-tropical climate. They also suggested huge tidals waves could swallow up large areas of our coast. Maybe I could end up with some nice ocean front property just staying here near Orlando. Anyway, giving this 12/21/2012 date some credence, I figuring I got 8 weeks of paid vacation, 24 more paid holidays, 192 weekends, and 1028 more days of working my ass off for a boss who can’t seem to get it in his head that everyday his business, that he has built up over the last 35 years slips deeper and deeper into the abyss of an endless, bottomless shithole. SWEEEEEEEET.
November 28, 2008 at 8:00 pm
sweet episode fitz. and i kinda wanna give a pizza guy some neck tonite
November 30, 2008 at 10:49 pm
Do you think that you need a girl who’s a gambler, or a girl that doesn’t believe that she’s taking a gamble by being with you?
And I think that sometimes you do have to play the game to get where you want to be. Yeah, a lot of people are stuck in a shitty rat race, but there are times when being afraid to do or say whatever you feel like can save your ass.
December 1, 2008 at 11:54 am
Wow, you make a good point man with that first statement.
Well, nobody HAS to play the game. You’re right in saying “….you have to play the game to get where you want to be” but only IF you strive to work your way up the ladder. Maybe the real question is where do you want to be? Why do you want to be there? And are you going to feel like your decades worth of effort are worth your current position when you’re 80? On my deathbed, I’m afraid I’d have a hard time being proud or thankful for any job or position. I’m sure my final thoughts would be more along the lines of wishing I took more vacations, pursued more personal passions, and boned more women.
I’m only saying that the average American who dies at age 25 would have spent his entire life getting an education and making “smart” decisions to get themselves a future that never came. I can’t help but think that’s the same feeling I’d have with a typical retirement situation: “Now that I’m 80 and can’t move or remember shit, I’m glad I’m finally free. Should I call up my old crew? Well, half are dead now and the other half I lost touch with over the course of our rat race struggles. Damn, that company sucked 40 years from the only life I’ll ever have and they won’t even remember my name. There goes my life, but I’m free now, man I showed them.” Please.
December 4, 2008 at 1:13 pm
Good insight, Fitz.
In retrospect, it’s easy to see where I made some poor career decisions, and some that turned out OK. There’s no doubt that, had I been more aggressive in my career path, I might well now be in a position earning more money, and, overall, be much better off financially. But, climbing the corporate ladder was never my main priority. For me, my career choices were just a means to an end, not the end in itself. And even if I had gone after those better paying more demanding positions, I can’t say that what I would have given up in personal freedom would have made it worth the sacrifice.
I do know a few who choose to go the corporate ladder route. But that was their thing, that was their priority. So, for them, I guess that was cool. They do have a lot more stuff than I do, and if that’s how they keep score, then I guess they won.
Ideally, the thing to do is to find something you really enjoy doing, and make that your career. But, alas, the world has just too many porn stars today.
December 18, 2008 at 11:00 am
I don’t know, man, it’s like I know what I want to do, but I’m a fucking hypocrite. A lot of times you have to choose between doing what you want and being poor (which sucks balls) and doing what you don’t want and having money.
December 22, 2008 at 10:33 am
This being the Christmas season, there has been a lot on the Discovery and History channels lately concerning the birth of Jesus, where and when he was born, the Magi searching out the scene of the Nativity, etc. To begin with, researchers aren’t even sure what year he was born, let alone where or what month. This is because of the primitive dating and record keeping systems that were in existence back then. But as for me, I’m much more interested in the conversation that must have gone on between God the Father and God the Son (three persons in one God, got it.) just prior to the birth of Jesus. I’m sure it had to go something like this:
Father: Dude, what’s up?
Son: Not much. I was just over in Andromeda creating some supernovas.
Father: Awesome, dude, awesome. Say, listen, I have a little project for you.
Son: Sure, what is it?
Father: It’s over in the Milky Way. That little planet in the outer belt, Earth. You know, with the humans.
Son: Yeah, yeah.
Father: Well, I need you to go there and redeem all mankind.
Son: OK. What do I have to do?
Father: Not much, really. You have to be born of a virgin. I’ll work out the details on this. Spend the next 12 years doing normal kid stuff, spend another 18 years or so helping your stepfather with some carpentry shit, and then just walk around for three years preaching love and peace.
Son: No problem, man.
Father: Oh yeah, just one more minor detail. After preaching the love and peace bit, you get the ever-loving shit kicked out of you, and you die on a cross.
Son: Say what?
Father: Don’t worry, dude. After three days, you’ll raise up and be as good as new.
Son: Sweet…..I guess.
Yeah, that must have been some sell job.
December 23, 2008 at 12:09 am
God sounds like such a show-off.
January 8, 2009 at 3:45 pm
All this week on the History Channel it’s been Armageddon Week, where various earth annihilation scenarios are being discussed. Personally, I like the 12/21/2012 doomsday one. This has been popularized by the Mayans, who, apparently knew their shit, even though their entire population of some 5 million got their asses kicked by Cortez and two other guys, and also, by the ancient Chinese I Ching. Nobody knows what, if anything, will happen, but some scientists believe that a radical shift in the poles might take place in just a few days. I think it be so cool if we started getting snow in Orlando, and St Louis and parts of the country north of there suddenly turned into a sub-tropical climate. They also suggested huge tidals waves could swallow up large areas of our coast. Maybe I could end up with some nice ocean front property just staying here near Orlando. Anyway, giving this 12/21/2012 date some credence, I figuring I got 8 weeks of paid vacation, 24 more paid holidays, 192 weekends, and 1028 more days of working my ass off for a boss who can’t seem to get it in his head that everyday his business, that he has built up over the last 35 years slips deeper and deeper into the abyss of an endless, bottomless shithole. SWEEEEEEEET.
January 19, 2009 at 2:44 pm
Barack Obama is being inaugurated tomorrow, and Kurt Warner is going to another Superbowl. Two miracles in one week. Who says there is no God?