This really fucking sucks.
True story...
Over two decades ago, I was sitting at a bar and was depressed due to the fact that I had to seriously contemplate leaving a company I had worked at for the better part of 10 years. I had made many friends and grew within this institution. Unfortunately, the company was going in a direction that was no longer in line with my skill set and career goals.
Having to decide what to do in a situation that can alter your life brings about tremendous amounts of mental anguish. Decisions of such nature drastically alter the course which your life takes (friends change, money changes, comfort levels must be reestablished, titles must be reattained and sometimes living conditions must be reevaluated etc). As I sat there, downing rounds of scotch (Rob Roy to be particular, for those that drink), the acoustic version of
Plush by the Stone Temple Pilots came on and I swear to you all, I found myself lost in the music. I remember reading that Scott Weiland had mentioned that the words to the song served as a metaphor for a failed relationship, in my case that relationship involved my workplace.
Anyhow, I sat there like a fucking pussy allowing for those lyrics to resonate deeply into my psyche.
Where ya going for tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?Then, after hours of drinking, I simply got up, went home to a good night's sleep and handed in my resignation the following morning.
Here's to Scott Weiland!
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