Part of the rat-race mentality is that people should get hired by a company, work, get paid, retire, and live happily ever after. As long as the employee produces, he/she continues to get paid. If you continue to do a good job, the company will reward you with a promotion and more pay. The goal of the wage-slave is to be looked after by the corporation, hopefully increase his/her standard of living over time, and to retire with a little nest egg and company pension.
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Times change, situations evolve, and people move on. There have been a lot of changes in my life in the past year or so. I started this blog as a way to vent my frustration with the corporate world, and to write about the daily routine of a wage-slave caught in the rat-race.

Now, after a year or so, I realize that the job was only a small part of what I needed to “fix.” My lifestyle in general needed an overhaul. I think I’ve managed to steer myself in the direction I want to go, and I know what kind of lifestyle I’d like to have, it’s just that I don’t really know how to get there yet.

So, having said all that, I’m going to change the theme of this blog, ever so slightly.

Since I’m out of the rat-race , so to speak, there would be very little to say on the subject of corporations, office politics, commuting, and the life of a cubicle dweller (well, at least no current views). And since this is a personal blog, and my situation has changed, it stands to reason that the things I write about will change also. Besides, I don’t want to even think about my previous life as a cubicle dweller. It sickens me, to be honest.

Onward and upward.

Yesterday, I met up with an old friend. Dave is part of my previous circle, and the only one that has made any effort to keep in touch. It’s been about a year since we have actually met face-to-face and I have to say that it was nice to reminisce about old times. But at the same time, it all seemed a little shallow.

I was beaming throughout the entire lunch, not because I was happy talking about the old gang, but because I didn’t have to deal with that crap anymore. Nothing had changed, in fact, it was worse. Read the rest of this entry