I Quit

During the summer of 2007 I had gotten a new job. At the beginning, it seemed alright, but when I tell you what the job is, you may be a bit surprised.

I already had experience in private investigation and security from another workplace several years ago. So when I heard this private investigation company was hiring, I thought I would apply. I did and after a job interview they hired me on. This private investigation company got many of its contracts from insurance companies who basically paid these people to spy on and film claimants to see if they are actually injured from their car accident claims. This is far different from the work I had experience in. I did several weeks of training and it seemed not too bad for what they were paying.

Let's just say I worked there for about four months before I really started to feel dirty. Waking up early in the morning to sit outside someone's house in your car and see what they do is not my idea of a self-fulfilling job. Personally, I really don't care what people do in their private lives and I would expect the same respect in return. Secondly, I felt guilty spying on common people because the insurance companies are trying to find any excuse to cancel their insurance. Let alone my boss really started to show his true colors after I had been there for a while and I got to see him for who he really was.

I was making decent money there, but one day during the fall of 2007 I went into the office and I had just had it. I knew this wasn't my calling in life and though I had no other plan financially, I wasn't happy. On this day my boss was especially rude to me, so I quit and walked out on the spot. I wasn't rude and I didn't burn any bridges, but I was completely fed up. Driving home from the office I just felt the weight off of my shoulders and a sense of freedom with this album playing in my car. But with bill payments ahead, I knew I was going to have to find some other work.

I have been a freelance writer for several years, but it has never paid enough to earn a living. I always worked some crappy fulltime job and wrote during the evening and on weekends. After quitting that job I pretty much decided to dedicate all of my time to progressing my journalism career. I am definitely a more creative-minded person and really realized my calling in the fall of 2007. This entire album, which I listened to in heavy rotation around that time, really signifies that time in my life.

Since then, I have been writing fulltime ever since. It is a struggle and the money is inconsistent, but I am getting by and I realize if I work hard enough, good will come eventually.