Losing Touch

So I completely forgot that May 1st has been and gone. Well, not forgotten. I remember getting to work and figuring out that there is no such thing as the 31st of April, but it didn't click with me that May 1st is one of the most important days of the year - it's Labour Day.

I realised this during my 3rd hour of unpaid overtime tonight at work. Some would call that irony. I wouldn't, because that's not what irony is, but you get the idea.

People died for causes I actually consider worthy, and I'm too busy slaving away to remember. I'm completely out of touch with my own ethics, my own interests and passions. Thanks to work. It's taking over my fucking life. I'm moving to government accounts, which is a Great Career Opportunity, but that scares me more. I don't want this to be my career. If one day I actually started making more money for all this extra workload, then I might decide to not change jobs. That would be a disaster of my own making.

Agh. If only I didn't owe the socialist cult $100, I'd just join up again. Hell, I could go to Melbourne again, to billet with rampant marxists and pretend to go to conferences on socialism.
Hmmm, I wonder what the membership fees are like for anarchists...