Today I saw a couple of guys from my old factory job. I didn’t speak to them, because if I had, I doubt I could have thought of anything nice to say. They are both major tools, the types who thought they were hot stuff but were really nothing more than pawns in the game. They were major butt-kissers to the higher-ups in the company, and treated everyone who was lower than them on the totem pole like crap.

The last time I saw one of them, I was working at my restaurant job. He looked rather amused to see me working there. He probably thinks I still do work there. Little does he know that I’ve escaped the world of corporate drudgery and am now my own boss.

I may not drive a fancy car or wear expensive Panerai watches, but guess what? Neither do they, and they probably never will. I’m sure the value of this is lost on them, but I am proud that I am doing something I love, and don’t have assholes like them for bosses. While they’re climbing the corporate ladder (or are under the delusion that they are), I’m choosing my own hours and my own work. So there.