Hard Working Career Junkie

We’re constantly being judged by the rest of society for becoming addicts and living the lifestyle we’ve fused ourselves with—they tell us to get jobs, pay taxes and to stop collecting welfare or using government food stamps to keep from starving to death. But I don’t think any of them realize that we have full time jobs and we’re already working 168 hours a week with no time off and no health benefits, we’ve devoted our lives to our career.. we’re full time, experienced and occasionally unprofessional junkies. There’s no job in the world quite as demanding as ours because the anxiety, atonement and personal abnegation become unavoidable components of our daily routine. Shame, secrecy, self-loathing and a consistent paucity of substances we’ve convinced ourselves are essential to survival are all just part of the job description.. one for which we willingly signed an unforgiving contract. A contract we’ll never forgive ourselves for signing.

Every day is a work day and we’re always on the job, do they realize how hardworking we are? Society looks at us as if our entire day is wasted getting ridiculously high, little do they know getting high actually takes up less of our day than a morning shower or an episode of Game of Thrones and the rest of the day is spent chasing. The 30 minutes, maybe an hour if we’re lucky that we spend high and at ease serve as the motivation for this miserable chosen career path—the remaining 23 hours are monopolized by an uncontrollable addiction.. an insurmountable craving we’re desperate to satisfy. We need money, then we need a hook up, then that hook up needs to text us back and have what we need available, then we anxiously head home with a few felonies in our bra, get high, come down and repeat again. Throw in some criminal activities, add those lies we tell our lovers as we look them in the eye, "No baby, I’m not high." “I swear I’m still sober." and toss in a little back breaking guilt with a side of overwhelming loneliness and you’ve accounted for those other 23 hours. It’s a tough job, right? It’s not easy to commit to being so careless with our lives.

Repeat every day, every month, every year until we finally have the courage to turn in a resignation notice or well, until we’re dead. And we endure all these job disadvantages while justifying our morally questionable actions for the chance to one day catch that high for another brief 30 minutes. It’s reckless, it’s deadly and it’s all in the job description.

It’s 23 hours of hell to escape for 30 minutes, sometimes it doesn’t make much sense but we’re on contract. Sorry mom, I just don’t have time for another job.. can’t you see I’m already so swamped at work?