I'm sitting here having a shot of tequila (note to self: not much left now, must get some more), one last Camel Light, and wondering how the weekends go by so quickly... it'll soon be getting-up time and I so don’t fancy working tomorrow (today now, unfortunately). And I don't feel very tired, so instead of filling my mind with things to send me off to sleep (fluffy pictures and sounds of whale noises) I've been playing with Firefox extensions, prompted by J's comment about 'Stumble Upon' - which I'd never heard of before. It's already made me laugh actually, with just my second Stumble. I mean, when was the last time you asked yourself The Question? You know the one... Is there a God? (Now you know the answer. No offence intended to believers, of course...)
Lack of sleep is beginning to really get on my nerves, to say nothing of it being responsible for my slightly hagard, vaguely skeletal (but still ruggedly handsome) appearance of late. I have a suspicion that some of my insomnia is being caused by the fact that I hate working in a corporate environment, which just happens to be the precise environment that I've been working in for the last couple of years. So I’ve decided that I need to effect change, and I’ve kind of started the ball rolling albeit in a subtle and completely risk-free way. By asking the powers that be to make me redundant. And to do it as soon as possible! And if all goes according to plan, I'll be re-launching my old management consultancy within the next month or so, and building on my reputation of being an iconoclastic, opinionated but surprisingly loveable maverick.
There's a serious side to all this, of course. I think it's important in life to be as true to yourself as possible, and at the moment there's just not enough integrity in what I'm doing for the bulk of my day, 5 days a week. I feel like I'm treading water, and I want to be challenged. But I also want to make my own rules instead if operating within the constraints of somebody else's. I really don’t know what's wrong with me... maybe I really am an iconoclastic, opinionated but surprisingly loveable maverick.
That would be cool.