An old friend e-mailed me yesterday asking whether I'd be interested in a full-time job in the corporate world. It's been five years since I left that behind, but a flood of memories came back to me. While I miss the money, I don't miss working full-time. Worst of all is the thought of re-immersing myself in soul-squelching corporate bullshit. Acronyms and cubicles and dress codes and certifications and politics and training classes and locked-down PCs and late hours and crappy lunches and forced cordiality and meetings, meetings, meetings. Plus a commute to the suburbs. And no cursing.
I didn't think I could go back before. Now I'm certain.
Coincidentally, this week I've been packing up my old "work" clothes to donate to charity. Four large garbage bags and counting.