So it ends...

As of a few hours ago I am retired from the flash memory business, hopefully forever. I finally reached the end and when I asked myself what the fuck I was doing there I had no answer. So I quit. I'm sick of spending 12 hours staring at a computer monitor without the light of day. I'm sick of a job that slowly sucks your will to live and crushes your soul. I'm sick of a company full of people that don't do shit. I'm sick of people trying to set me up with the knocked up chick. "No, I don't really want to go to dinner with her. Well, I think being pregnant is a pretty good reason." I'm sick of sitting in traffic whenever I want to go somewhere. I'm sick of all the fucking mormans. I'm sick of fucking beer I can't even get drunk on. So fuck it, I'm done.
So what now, I'll probably wander back to Bozeman. I'm going to ride my bike. I'm going to sleep at night and not during the day. I'm going to have every weekend off, just like everyone else. And when I run out of money I'll find a job that fits my lifestyle as and where it is at the moment. Not try to form a lifestyle around a job.
I'll definetly be back for the skiing, biking, and friends here. This place has it's merits but I got overwhelmed by the negatives. So I'm making a change, we'll see...