2 days to a new beginning….?

It’s looking like Monday now I’ll be speaking to man from Royal Mail. And hopefully be able to get to be a postman. Such LOFTY HEIGHTS, eh?!

I think of it this way: up at dawn, like a normal human being, and knock off at 2 – then the rest of the day is mine! Have a chill around town, sit and watch the people rushing about, then go home and wind down for the evening. Just like a normal human being. Imagine that. All that exercise as well, plus a proper pension.

My dad always used to constantly push me to do better. Constantly question where the opportunities for promotion were. Constantly better myself at work and reach the highest position possible.

I couldn’t….give…a fuck.

What matters to me in this life is being HAPPY. Happiness comes from having sufficient money to pay all your bills AND still have enough left for nice things. Like the food you want to eat, as opposed to just the food you can afford to eat, my model subscriptions …and the nicest TV you can get. But it can be generated from within just as easily as from external sources. That’s the part that money can’t buy.

Another thing that spurs me on in this endeavour is thinking about my posho friend’s even posher mum, who was laughing at one of our old school friends ending up as “the village postman!”. She was actually laughing as she said that, as if it was some sort of life failure. Fucking snob.

What’s tons of promotion and tons of money mean in the end? It didn’t exactly save Steve Jobs, did it. Even though he didn’t actually say all that stuff about wealth, as it turns out, the fact remains all the money you could possibly wish for failed to save him from an early death.