So Fucking What!

My boss exhibits symptoms that appear to be signs of an imminent heart attack every day. This causes me a certain level of anxiety and sometimes at night, while rewinding my day, I wonder what the hell will I do if he dies?

He has heart disease and does not take care of himself. It is not uncommon for him to break out into a cold sweat while clenching his teeth. This makes my blood run cold every single time it happens.

Last night I thought to myself, will he, will I, one day, lay on my death bed regretting that I dedicate my heart and soul to my job instead of human beings? That's when I decided I will not. Who the hell are YOU to say that my life is not fulfilling? Because to me, my life is fulfilling. I get extreme satisfaction from working hard and producing amazing results for our clients. I prefer to write a trial brief over floating down a fucking piss filled river, ANY DAY! Last weekend I ventured outside of my comfort zone and went to Laughlin. This place is a complete shit hole and I had NO idea. When I got there I was like WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!? I was a good sport and I floated down the fucking river but I did have to get drunk and I did fall asleep. Yes, I passed out in a raft floating down the river. So what.

When I die and my eulogy is done I want the world to know that I like my life and I like working hard. My soul is no less fulfilled by not having kids or not spending my time at soccer games or picnics. One size does NOT fit all. If your loved one loves work more than you, accept it or move on. Don't judge one's priorities because quality of life is relative.