Sick and Tired.

I’m sick of office politics.

I’m sick of being passed over for promotions.

I’m sick of leaving a job I thought I needed, only to find out that the job never needed me.

I’m sick of other people taking credit for my work.

I’m sick of ambiguous and nonsensical orders coming from on high. And not being able to question them.

I’m sick of the daily, weekly, monthly routine. Year-after-year. I never thought I’d spend my life like this.

I’m sick of doing this to meet other people’s expectations of what my life should look like.

I’m sick of seeing ultra-successful people, who do what they love, while I’m stuck here working to pay the bills.

I’m sick of cubicles. If there was one thing I could un-invent. It would be that.

I’m sick of spoiled rich kids on reality TV shows. There’s nothing real about their lives.

I’m sick of postponing my dreams, year-after-year.

I’m sick of debt.

I’m sick of living paycheck-to-paycheck.

I'm sick of falling home values. Or rising rent bills.

I’m sick of doing work I don’t believe in.

I’m sick of bending myself into a pretzel to find vacation days.

I’m sick of emergencies caused by other people’s lack of planning.

I’m sick of performance reviews that focus on how much I suck. Instead of building up the things that I’m good at.

I’m sick of office printers. I think there’s someone hiding in there, eating my print-outs.

I’m sick of expense reports.

I’m sick of a 40-hour work week that is always more than 40 hours.

I'm sick of my addiction to e-mail. Hang on... I have a new e-mail.

I’m sick of the office hierarchy. Directors and VPs are deities who must not be questioned.

(The new e-mail was spam.)

I’m sick of Dilbert. It’s not funny when it’s true.

I’m sick of department meetings. Why do 50 people have to gather in order to hear the same 5 people talk?

I’m sick of co-workers who kiss up to the boss. And dump on everyone else.

I’m sick of people who can’t wait to shoot you down during a group meeting.

I’m sick of people who have no life outside work.

I’m sick of side hustles. I want to be a successful entrepreneur, so I can ditch this joint.

I’m sick of benchmarking. Who needs the mediocrity of incremental improvement?

I’m sick of being yelled at.

I’m sick of people who take up two spots in the employee parking garage.

I’m sick of ambitious middle managers that step on me to climb the ladder.

I’m sick of trying not to outshine my boss.

I’m sick of asking for permission.

I’m sick of regret.

I’m sick of dreaming about what work is due tomorrow.

I’m sick of titles.

I’m sick of acronyms. Most people don’t even know what they stand for.

I’m sick of being talked down to.

I’m sick of last-minute assignments on a Friday.

I’m sick of aspiring to middle management.

I’m sick of overpaid CEOs and their golden parachute severance packages.

I’m sick of the status quo being the rule of law.

I'm sick of office gossip. Get a life.

I'm sick of conference room hogs.

I'm sick of co-workers that insist on chatting, when they can obviously see that I'm busy.

I'm sick of co-workers who guilt me into buying their kid's cookies.

I’m sick of skyrocketing health insurance payments and mortgage payments… coupled with pay raises that hardly match the rise of inflation.

I'm sick of putting my life passions on layaway.

I'm done putting down payments on my destiny.

I’m sick. I’m tired.

And I'm going to take this.

Any. More.