Selling My Soul
I have a work project coming up that will bring in some very much needed cash…but it feels like making a deal with the Devil. My old project has been sold off, evidently, and since I know the project inside out they want me to set it up for the people who now have the rights to the code. They owe me so much money, and we’re so broke…but this feels dirty.
I have to believe that things will turn around, but every time I turn on the news it’s all about the recession, and the rapidly rising unemployment rate. I want another good project, a challenging and groundbreaking one – I want to become a person again and be proud of what I do.
We were spoilt, I admit. We’re not savers (or we wouldn’t be in this position). We had bought an XK8 the week before we found out that the project was going to be closed. I had horses in full care, which is extremely expensive in England. (More than a lot of people spend on their mortgage.) Anything we wanted, we bought. We were grownup kids with big paycheques.
And would I sell my soul to have it all back? Yes, I think I would. If I could have horses again to fill that huge aching gap, I would do it in a second. I miss them. I miss never having to worry about anything. I miss being able to hold my head up and be proud of my life. I miss being a person.
So, just show me where to sign.