Definition of “Bull Pen”:

“A temporary holding area for prisoners, as in a courthouse.”

And oh yes…it was.  The only sounds were the breathing of the other guys, and occasionally the breath of your “boss” over your shoulder as he is looking at what you’re doing and you jump out of your boots going “Jesus!  Announce yourself.  You almost gave me a stroke!”.  That doesn’t go over well by the way.

The only advantage of a job is if you work for 2 quarters and accumulate enough paid time in total to make 1.5 times your highest month’s pay…which I did by 200 dollars…you can collect unemployment when they fire you.  Which they did.  Thank you.  The lesson there was a “full time” job means you won’t have any time to do anything else.  As my dad always said: “When you’re working for someone else, you’re just working for someone else”.  All the promises in the world, or the hopes based on someone else’s whims or the strength of the market mean nothing.  My sister worked for GM for 25 years, they let her go in 15 minutes with a pocket sized kleenex (which they asked for back if she didn’t need them) and that was it.  No pension.  No retirement.  So tell me there is security in anything, even life.  You take life and make life.

Getting a job? No. We have reduced all expenses to bare minimum.  Survival living.  Time is the gold, not money. Living lean means eating healthier, working out, sleeping when needed versus in your cube having to explain its your lunch hour and wanting to say go fuck off instead.  I picked Fuck off.

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