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I Moved

I moved and started a new job. Then when I had a bad day, I asked my old boss if he’d consider hiring me back. He said they’d love to have me back, but then I stayed at my new job.

I’m…such…a…little…bitch…

Changing up your whole world when you are on the dark side of middle age is a fucking challenging thing. I don’t mean to wax on about getting old [again — see my previous post from four years ago], but it really does change the way you operate. Hence the old adage “don’t trust anyone over 30”. I mean, yeah, some of it is ill-intent because you’ve gotten salty and adopted a DGAF attitude. But a lot of it is just the brain not working the way it used to, and going into flight-or-fight mode for stupid things. Desperately clinging on to bygone dreams

I had imagined that I would use groink.net as my platform for my own buffoonery and crotchety, old-fart rhetoric in relative anonymity. I don’t know if that is such a good thing after all. Maybe it was because I received an AARP card in the mail the other day, but damn, I’m feeling old and reflective.

The thing that’s been bugging me as of late (other than co-workers and traffic) is the overwhelming lack of gravitas in the US. And sure, this has been exemplified by the current US presidential primaries, but even before that cast of characters even took the stage, it feels like society has been dead set on squeezing in a dick joke (apologies to Bill Hicks) into every social commentary.

When eating my lunch

the edamame look like

green, hairy nut sacks.

#workhaiku