I am twenty-six years old and, thus far, have managed coast along without really doing anything and avoiding as much responsibility as possible. I have been as unto a ghost, a lazy, lazy ghost. I was the kid at school who never did their homework because they knew they didn’t have to; they’d still get a decent grade. Sure, I could’ve had straight A’s; I could also have given up my evenings because teachers can’t do their job in the time allotted to them. Fuck. That. I had football to be playing and adventures to be having.
This approach carried over into work. I’ve had job, after job where, if I’m honest, I could’ve tried a lot harder and done a lot better if I’d really wanted to. That would require effort though wouldn’t it?
Now, however, I have no choice. Fate has pulled strings and pissed about and now I have no choice. Despite my desire to avoid all responsibility and take things easy, I’m not in a position where I cannot avoid responsibility because there’s only me to do the job. This is distressing.
It’s about time however.
Elaborate dear boy.
I am now the entire IT support department at work. I’m responsible for everything. No, wait, EVERYTHING.
I have to draw up IT policy, ensure everything runs smoothly, everything.