
For those that don’t know I have recently left the horror 9 to 5er that I was struggling at, so that i could engage myself in something more meaningful to me. This involves reviving my business partnership. I am also in the process of constructing a brand new Australian music venture in conjunction with Time Signature Studios to promote up-and-coming bands and established rock outfits, which through my 15+ years experience in the industry (playing bass guitar in band chillum/recording in studios/performing live gigs all around Sydney) screams of success. So where do I go to get the creative juices flowing required to construct this magic? Why the office of course. This isn’t your typical run of the mill office though. The office is a sun-soaked balcony in a sleepy suburb in Sydney (see image above). I just sit out there with the laptop and a coffee or 6, and let the fingers dance on the keys. The table comes with its own ornaments (yes the gigantic cat is real – 6 year old Himalayan called Billy) and the sounds of the outdoors, the fresh air, the sunshine all put me in a deep state of calm and working doesn’t seem like work at all.
I can’t describe the liberation you feel from casting off the shackles of a role where you have to be up at the crack of dawn to prepare yourself for the day, then travel on Sydneys rail system (I won’t even bother commenting further on that, suffice it to say that it is the worst rail system in the world BAR NONE), then work MORE than 8 hours at a job that is beneath you for a paycheck that covers your bills and not much else. Time-wise the breakdown was 12 hours dedicated to work (including travelling; actual work; getting ready for work), 8 hours sleep (hopefully), which leaves a grand total of 4 hours to yourself a day. Fuck That! If you wanted to have anymore time to yourself that involves eating into your sleep time. I can’t do that. not for another 40 years. I think the worst thing about it was standing around waiting for work, and spending that time thinking fuck this is boring there has to be something more meaningful I can do with 8 hours of my day. My mind would often wander to working from home and using the skills that I am both qualified and adept in. When you think like that for 4 months straight somethings gotta give. For once I made a decision for ME. It’s my life I should be living it the way that I want. Fuck this 2 weeks notice bullshit, that’s THEIR problem, not mine. I’ve done that in the past and given an employer 4 weeks. So I do believe this balances that out.
So I’ve taken this step and hopefully it proves to be the right one. I have a powerful piece of hardware at my disposal (and I’d like to be a geek and get a whole lot more) and the impetus and momentum to make this a success. Working for oneself incorporates doing things your way (hallelujah!), and you can take a break when you want for how long you want OR you can work a full day without a break if that’s your bag. You can have a day off in the middle of the week if that suits you better, and that means getting things like banking and shopping done are a breeze. Under that context a 12 hour day doesn’t seem so bad. In fact, under that context working 12 hours a day over 7 days doesnt seem so bad. There’s a lot to be said for autonomy. It’s the factor I value most when approaching employers. I value it even above the salary. It gives you freedom, in a place where you are stuck for 8+ hours a day, and in that sort of prison-like structure you need that freedom. Otherwise you may as well be the bitch on the block, bend over, grit your teeth and just bear it. I did a Shawshank Redemption, and escaped
I know many people do the suit and tie thing, and put the hard yards in, get the job done, and climb the ladder. If they can do that, then kudos to them. I’m the kind of person that doesn’t want to wake up in 30 years time and think where the fuck did my life go?, what did I get done? I want to be creative, I don’t want to live in the box. I want to be a bass player and make records, I want to be a web designer and create fresh devastating design work, I want to be a world class photographer and travel the world taking shots of beauty, I want to live oh why won’t you let me live!!!! Sorry had to get that off the chest hehehe.
So if you’re sitting at your desk, in your cubicle, and your online in your 30 minute lunchbreak and you are reading this and thinking to yourself “I want to own a petshop, I want to design a golf course, I want to be a professional tennis player, I want to bungie-jump off Mt Everest, I want to make money from carving little wooden pinocchios out of the dead branches that fall in my backyard… I want to live!” then take my example and MAKE it happen. Why dream about it any longer. Sure you have bills to pay, and you need the money to pay them, but in 40 years time when you’re Senior Manager at your cubefarm, and you’re 10 times as stressed and earning 10 times as much, those bills are still going to be there, fatter and uglier. Like a cranky, old friend they grow with you over the years. Take the plunge now while you are still young and have the energy to enjoy living your dream.
p.s. Thanks to Dave for suggesting I improve the readability of the site. Not one to mince words, the geek lets you know what does and doesn’t work on your site, without beating around the bush, so cheers for that dood. The vilesilencer is a living, breathing, coding dinosaur, it needs a back-end update, I’m aware of that. Tables are out CSS is in. I know I know. The silencer is built on a nested-table structure as complex and dense as a beehive (and just as sweet hehehe) and I’m not about to start fucking with it. I’ve added a line-height so that hopefully the site is easier to read, but I wont be making any drastic design changes anytime soon, so for now do as I do and maintain the rage

