My Luck in Late Stage Capitalism [1/3]
In the last 13 years, I went from literal homelessness with less than a penny to my name, to a fruitful career as a web developer for a big company and a house in the suburbs of Seattle. A lot of that was the result of sheer luck (in the forms of friends and timing).
I've been hella lucky.
Even so, I'm not happy with my career. My job makes me miserable, and the career paths I could take up from here all look too steep for my disabled (ADHD) ass to climb.
My Luck in Late Stage Capitalism [2/3]
I've been trying to figure out what to do about this problem. My job has been _incredibly_ stressful and infuriating over the past year. I've started to realize that I'm so burned out from work that I've stopped going out and doing fun things with friends because I'm so exhausted at the end of the day or week that I just don't have energy.
If you're local and wondering why I've gone silent: It's not just you. It's everyone.
Something has to change.
My Luck in Late Stage Capitalism [3/3]
I'm working on a ~4-6 month exit strategy. I'm too burned out to brush up on the latest languages, so I need something easy to pay the bills and recuperate for a while.
I'm going to look for a nice easy job building and/or maintaining Wordpress sites for a mid-size business. I expect a 50% paycut to accomplish this, but I think the lack of stress will be worth it.
I just have to pay down enough of my debt from the Bay Area to make a budget work. >..<
