Doom did not always not value the dollar
I was having dinner with an old friend from university a few nights ago and he expressed disbelief that I was able to retire early.
My blogging alter-ego, Victor Von Doom, chillaxes with some light reading.
You might be wondering what it’s like to suddenly unplug from the corporate matrix. Well, it’s been about three weeks since I’ve officially stopped going to work and I’m starting to get a feel for it.
Kinda dark in that there subterranean lair, Doomie, dontchathink?
My last week at work flew by.
Doom takes off the mask and puts on his 20/10 vision glasses for incredible insight.
Too bad he doesn’t know how to hook the frame around his ear so they don’t fall off. Dumbass.
Giving your final notice at work is an amazing thing.
Dr. Doom — I gotta say, that smile looks… unnatural on you.
I received not one but three separate messages blasting me for my last post. The gist? Stop hating work, you crazy pessimist, you. Turn that frown upside down and be happy!
Dilbert, you look upset, bro. Have you heard of Yoga? It helps.
So I’m done with work. You know this and I know this. My last day is April 10th, 2015. By now, you probably wish I’d shut up about the whole thing.
Leave if you must. But leave when you are strong, not weak. Leaving should be a choice and not the only option.
― Ram Mohan