The day has come.. the day I’ve been counting down to now for about 6 months.
I QUIT MY JOB
And what a weight off my shoulders. Finally being able to tell people about my plans, where I’m going, what I’m doing – my great adventure. It feels good.
But there’s always one isn’t there? That one person who can knock you so far off that happiness cloud and bring you back down to earth with a big fat thud.
Enter.. bitchface… aka a work colleague.
The conversation went a little like this:
Bitchface: “So are you really going travelling or is that just an excuse?”
Me: “Yeah of course I’m going travelling”
Bitchface: “What are you doing? where are you going? for how long etc?”
Me: “Africa, Mexico etc etc, going for a year etc etc.”
Bitchface: You know I think it’s all well and good to be going travelling and GOOD ON YOU (**fuck off**), but I really think it’s time you started to settle down. You’re getting older and the longer you wait to buy a house the harder it will be on you when you’re retired.
Me: In disbelief muttered something along the lines of “I’m 28, not 78 and I don’t need to buy a house to make me happy or feel secure”
Bitchface: “I think it’s irresponsible and (as she walks out the door) I’m going to be the one paying for you with my taxes when you retire, because you haven’t paid your house off in time and you won’t be able to afford to eat.”
Me: Gets up, tackles bitchface to the ground and…. no not really but I wanted to.
Who says stuff like that?
So here I am, still super happy and still feel awesome that I’ve finally resigned and am on the final countdown. But I can’t help but think about what she said.
Am I really irresponsible and selfish?
And more importantly, god forbid, will I really have to live off baked beans for the remainder of my years, selfishly bludging off tax payers who have worked their whole lives just to support me? I think not.