The Road Does Mean Things to Me
Not really, it just gives me some time to myself. I traveled from Milwaukee to South Bend, IN today. It took about 4 hours because I has to spend a lot of time driving slowly through a fettid, traffic clot of a shitty that some people call “chicago” (more on Chicago, in general, later).
I’m in South Bend to help get some things going for work down here. Mainly, a canvass.
In the last month or so, since the project I came aboard to lead was mercifully scuttled, I’ve bounced around from city to city to “troubleshoot.” It was mostly aimless, and harmless.
In the last couple of weeks, I didn’t have a ton to do. It bothered me. Even with the sunshine, the time to hit the gym, the road, work on bikes and trucks and all of the things that twinkle endlessly in my daydreams - not having work fucked me up. I looked at other jobs, other places, other ideas…and once again realized that this happens to me OVER AND OVER AND OVER. As much as I like 50’s style and grey flannel suits and tweed and shit, I don’t seem to be much of a company man.
Maybe my expectations for new gigs are always too high. Maybe I actually have no idea what I’m capable of. Maybe I’m not mature enough to handle responsibility. Maybe our generation is just straight CURSED with a feeling that we should be running things, eternally lacking the perspective and experience to do it well. At least, without a fucking grown up around.
Anyway, hit the streets. Peace.
