Yeah, it’s just really getting to me though, seeing the days slip by with so many plans and dreams and ideas for delivery of value to the world going unrealized. All I need is a little bit of capital.

Being denied well deserved and negotiated performance bonuses in a fiat job, while the owner of the business continues to amass capital and cry about being broke while sitting on a million dollars of receivables most days. Working 20% more hours since the early 2010’s for the equivalent of 2008 wages.

The worst part is, it’s the first job I’ve had in almost two decades that I really enjoy, and that doesn’t make me want to step into traffic or do a header off the roof most days because of stress. My employer knows he’s got me. If I don’t like it, I can go down the street and just barely break even there for six figures, doing shit that I don’t enjoy.

Oh well, at least I’m stacking.