The Working Class Revolution and My Wallet

Now this is something big. All across America, people had a year off. They pocketed all the free money from the government, with no fears of not paying their rent, and then those silly govs thought they could just turn everything back on? 

Haha. No, you can't. You underestimated the control your television programs and sports had over the American working class. To go to work all day for cheap wages, then go home and relax with some entertainment. Rinse and repeat, welcome to the American dream. Don't forget to grab some debt along the way so that you can never escape. 

Now you let the veil slip just a tiny bit, and you can't seem to cover it back up. People want to chase their real dreams now, not the bullshit you put into their heads. 

Meanwhile, I'm stuck at work. You may think I'm a workaholic and it is possible that I am. I care about the job I do and the quality of my product. But I have had one foot out the door since December of 2019, when I told them I was going to quit to chase my dreams. While I began training my replacement, there was a lurking virus that was quickly spreading. We decided I would stay until this thing blew over. 

It has been two years. It isn't blowing over. I watched people slowly disappear, either dead or happy enough with free money to stay home. I wanted to say fuck the latter, suck it up and get back to work. But I get it. I was about to do the exact same thing, albeit with money I saved myself. Why should I be angry at them?  

I gave my boss a new notice. Just a few more months of this. I care that the job operation still runs properly when I am gone. There's no fuck you to the industry from me, I'm aiming more for a subtle exit just in case I fail and need to come crawling back in a few years.

So I'll thank the working class revolutionaries. My wallet is getting stacked finally. I'll join you guys soon enough. But I won't be sitting on the couch.