My son cried randomly last night. I think it is because his mom got hospitalized so I flew out and scooped him. He was so happy to see all his friends again and be with me as we always have a good time. But timing bad, I've got a week to move out of my apartment, huge work projects, so even though I'm spending time with him and we are having fun, I had to punt him to his grand parents to try to finish up some work.
If I had even a couple months worth of savings I would have quit yesterday, dedicated the next few weeks to moving and having fun with my son. I don't though. It feels like crap.
I'm tired of working for the man. The man is what they are. You are a clog in the gears, and how you turn in the machine is ultimately all that matters to them, smiley faces or not.
And to be fair my job isn't evil. It is just a standard job. Heck it is even better than most IT jobs. Just standard IT jobs I think don't work for me anymore.
This will be the last time work > family. I'm all in from this point on to getting something going so I will have time for my son and the things that are important without work interfering as it always does.
I don't mind working, but with a special needs kid who needs extra care I gotta figure something different out. And I will.
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