Nobody likes a quitter

Hmm… another month has gone by without a peep on my blog… but I, as always, have a perfectly legitimate excuse:

EMPLOYMENT.

That’s right folks, I have a job. Two, actually. In a time of personal discontent and national recession, little did I know that quitting my job at Café Gypsy would not, in fact, be a bad idea.

Before I even had a chance to settle into unemployment, potential employers came out of the woodwork; shot their flare guns at me, wrote me Petrarchan sonnets, poked holes in their condoms so that they would become pregnant with my baby…

Well, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit. But I certainly wasn’t looking for work. I was hoping to maintain a stable and healthy unemployment, living off my Café Gypsy savings, until at least September.

But I just couldn’t follow through. The temptation to be employed, especially without so much as having to raise a little finger to print out a résumé, proved too irresistible.

Needless to say, employment, for the most part, has led to my temporary demise: when I accepted the job with Badvertisers, I did a really bad thing; I quit this blog and everything else that I had gained from quitting Café Gypsy. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to write about; I just wasn’t sure if I should write about it. After all, my job could be at stake, even if I covered my tracks by conjuring up clever code names for characters in my stories.

And more importantly, I’ve wondered, a lot, if it makes me a bad person to accept a job offer from people I really like—not to mention, for a job I’m totally unqualified for—while naming their company “Badvertisers” for a silly blog. Would my disingenuousness as an employee reflect a deeper disingenuousness of my own character? Perhaps I am, at the core, a self-serving, egotistical bitch.

But I’ve weighed the consequences of making enemies, of getting fired from Badvertisers, weighed it against the consequences of being a quitter in my own right, of quitting my reckless ideals and quitting writing—and I just can’t seem to justify playing it safe.

For better or for worse, it’s a risky mission, but it has to be done.