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Even Alan Rooster needs to work (sometimes)
Wondering what I have been working on during the last two months? Check out one of my work in progress: www.i-cut.it. Will complete it along with other couple of projects and a corporate video by the 17 December 2008, date in which i’ll return to be jobless, homeless, but as free as a bird!
On a temporary assignment
By the way, my dear blog, don’t be mad at me if wont be able to update you often, as I am now working in China with a temporary job. This will somewhat do good to me, by giving me enough economical freedom to choose my next move without much limitations and some support to keep on financing my researches, projects, etcetera…Yeah, I know it’s a fucking pain in the ass, just for a fistful of dollars, eating shit, drinking shit, breathing shit here in China…but think…where would I go anyway? I got no clue at the moment… so why not generating some income while taking my sweet time and decide what to do with the rest of my life…
I don’t have time for a job!
It was the beginning of 2001 when I resigned from my last full-time job contract with HewlettPackard and since then I’ve just been working with freelance assignments, part-time projects while never being a wage slave anymore: I started to work by my own as web designer, IT stuff , secondhand vehicles trader and lately as a video editor. I quit the corporate-slavery for multiple reasons; I couldn’t stand to wake up every morning, being stuck in the traffic for 1 hour on the way to work, forge my ass on a fucking chair for 8 hrs, spending my energies improving a company that is not even mine while making someone else rich! I must have been crazy to work my ass out following ridiculous procedures, giving the best out of myself to get the same fucking amount of money at the end every repetitive month. Going back home after another hour in the traffic and ending up stressed, just wanting to lay down on the bed and don’t do anything where I have to put my brain in. That was the death of the intellectual and physical wellness: selling out the freedom to be able to watch a sunset, eating calmly, have a chat with people you care about, enjoy and develop an hobby or a passion, definitely dedicating hours of my day to myself and keeping control of the time instead of letting the time control me. I didn’t want to sell my ideas and my freedom for a dull salary, so I said “hey go fuck yourself mr. Hewlettpackard”.
Anyway let’s get back to the point of my news: long time back I realized that in order to fulfill my needing, I have to conduct a lifestyle where I can choose when and how to work, I have to create time and spaces that will lead me to the door of pure sensation of self control, freedom, wellness and will stimulate my will of living and believing. For doing so, I have to schedule my time in a proper way for devolving into certain activities such as: 3hrs for sporting, 3hrs for writing my journal, travel’s diary or update my website; 1hr to chat/email people I met all around the world, 2hrs to research news trough the internet, 1hr to play a musical instrument, 2hrs to improve or learn new skills , 1hrs for listening to the music, 1hrs of recreational activities , 3hrs for just laying down on the green, look at the sky and meditate over million thoughts passing through my stateless brain. I’m occupied with lots of works indeed. Do you still think I could find enough time for a job? Really, my friend, I have no time right now, I’m too busy, I have too many things to do and take care of, but hey you sheep, please stay where you are, I still need meaningless employees like you, otherwise who would attend me when I go shopping?
Valuable short stories online… moving, the voice of the untouched
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5 years old daughter waiting for him at the door. “Daddy, may I ask you a question?” , “Yes sure what is it” replied the man. “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?” “that’s none of your business, why do you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily. “I just want to know, please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the daughter “If you must know, I make 20$ an hour” “Oh” the little girl replied , with her head down, looking up she said, “dad, may I please borrow $10?” The father was furious, “if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed, think about why you are being so selfish.” “I work long hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such this childish behavior.” The little girl quietly went to her room and shut the door. The man set down and started to get even angrier about the little girl’s questions. How dare she asks such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, he calmed down and he started to think he may have been a little bit hard on her daughter. Maybe there was something she really needed to buy with 10$ and she didn’t really ask money very often. The man went to the door of the little girl’s room and opened the door. “are you sleeping” he asked , “no daddy, I’m awake” replied her , ” I have been thinking , maybe I was too hard on you earlier” said the man, “It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $10 you asked for.” The little girl sat straight up, smiling. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the girl already had money, started to get angry again. The little girl slowly counted out her money, then looked up at her father. “Why do you want more money if you already have some?” the father grumbled. “Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little girl replied. “Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”
Just two words : FUCK YOU workaholic people.