Psychosis on the Road to Financial Freedom

I was recently let go from a job I hated but continued to work at for six and a half years because I liked the people I worked with. One of the men I worked with (David) was around mid to late fifties and I really just think he’s a hoot - love him to death. He sort of looks like Walter Mathau. We had another character in our office name Viet who was short, stocky, and his English really left something to be desired. Although he was likable, he was difficult to converse with - our boss once told us that Viet was the only person he knew that had lived in the U.S for over twenty years, and his English was worse now than when he first came to work there!

So anyway, David is still working at my old stomping ground, but finds the environment to be miserable since most of our “team” was let go. He sent me the following email yesterday…I’ve never read an email that made me laugh and cry all at the same time! (Just imagine Walter Mathau with his shoulders slumped while you are reading this.)

“I hate my job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hate my job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hate my job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

…I’m just a sad and fat little man……He He

I’m just a stranger there and all I do is work on floor. No one will talk with me. It’s like being Viet only worse. Viet won’t even talk to me.

So could you use an old man to hold your papers and pen’s? I’ll work for food…”