French Exit

“Just slip out the back, Jack. Make a new plan, Stan. You don’t need to be coy, Roy. Just get yourself free.”

Liberte! As of tonight I am on indefinite hiatus from the job that is destroying me. All I had to do was not schedule no mo’. Death spiral over. And if anybody from my company reads this – ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’ Great company, great people. I’d love to come back when I am healthy again.

Now we free ball the next month, attenuating the financial descent with the odd jobs, while finishing certifications for the new jobs. Then, with a swig of grandpa’s ol’ cough medicine we roll this baby upside down and back over again for a graceful (ish) landing upon greener pasture. Don’t worry, I’ve done this a thousand times.

Mental quality is so poor right now. To give you an idea of the carnage, to find the cover image for this post I google’d “French painting woman- boobs.” Sighed upon re-reading the philistinism.

Not processing new information. Haven’t read or watched anything all summer. Except Inside Out 2. Saw it 6 weeks ago. Loved it, but have yet to articulate a review.

The next montage is blossoming into 3 parts. The first is a cradle of filth. Absolute moral depravity. But no different from 80% of the pop music videos on the web in that regard, so… Hang with me, I’ll iron it out.

Yes, I loved the olympics opening ceremony – probs the most creative thing I’ve seen. I get that parts were offensive but “after all, miss, this is France!” Vive la liberté!

-Experience Film