ready to quit, and this is why.

when i was a kid, i wanted to be a footballer. i liked playing it, i liked watching it, they got great money, their lives seemed to be fantastic. in short, it was everything i wanted.

of course, every kid in the land has a dream like that, and whether its astronaut, film director or prime minister, chances are, you're not going to make the dream. but, the thing that stays with us, as the real world dawns and we leave university, is that we always focus upon people in roles further down the line and think 'i wish i was in there shoes/on their money/enjoying their life.'

then point at erac however, is that those people seem to be in eternal torment. my manager, who i am expected to be striving to become in two years, is a shell of a man, working like a slave, complaining about his salary to anyone who'll listen. my area manager, who is married and i'm expected to want to be in five years, has moved 120 miles from his home to be in charge of a few car rental branches. he's got no mates in the area. its way too far to commute on a daily basis. he's in a pretty crappy town anyway. he's not rich. he's living his weekend's out of a suitcase and his week's in a flat. he's renting cars for a living in a dead end town on 60+ hours a week.

why in the name of god would i want to be him?

and that's why i am ready to quit.

[FormerClone]

Do it now, so you can save any dignity you hav left in your life!