Trying it Dig-ital

So I decided to quit my job and venture into the internet for money and fame. Hey, who would have though it would be goddamn hard. Not Mark Zuchenberg I tell you. With my old job I could have just drone into mundane tasks and let the hours flee away, knowing that even if I didn’t do a great job by the end of the month I would be given money.

I couldn’t really stay in that company. Everybody in the upper management seemed to hate me. I hated each of them too. It wasn’t my fault I just hate “the man” by default. What’s the point in surviving poverty if I’m just going to do the same thing a rich pampered kid would to rise up the corporate ladder, which is to kiss ass. I need to show some integrity, and crap, their jokes were never funny. “I’m prettier than her, laugh mindless followers!” said the once unsociable teenager turned manager.

I wish I could have won the last “6/55 lotto” lottery which piled into a whooping 400M pesos (90M dollars), then I wouldn’t still be in front of a computer, destroying both my eyes and hands so that I could still pay the bills. There is that option of retiring to the world of Bumnasia and be its king. The problem with that scenario is that I love having money. I love the security it brings, the feeling of superiority gives me over to those whi have less than me and its ability to attract beautiful gold diggers.

Thus, I am faced with plethora of tasks I need to do. I will enumerate them by level of difficulty. I have to post my resume (strictly for online jobs), register myself to various websites needed by a digital person (Ebay, Paypal, etc), update my contacts directory, read hundreds of terms and agreements, organize my computer files, think of the next big idea and manage this goddamn blog and even create another one.

What I do love about having all this free time is that it gives me time to see things in perspective. I do not have to push myself each morning to get out of bed, clean myself to be presentable or pretend to like people at work. I get up, open my door and see the world outside. I step out to smell the fresh air and hear the birds chirping sweetly while a cold morning breeze wakes me fully. Then I immediately get back in to check my Facebook wall and scrounge some possibilities in the internet.

I am decided to make this year my make or break year with the digital world. If I wake up one day enslaved again by corporate rules, pestered by people assigned to seek next to me and confined to a specific place with a specific time, then I would accept that state. Because I know I have clicked everything I could, scrolled over all promos I could and exhausted myself in finding my 3D corner in the digital world.

I’m going to try every possibility offered to me in this digital kingdom. If that means content writing, answering surveys, modeling for adult chat, I would do it. I would even sucker punch somebody’s grandma for a dollar now.