Are you me? Well, who am I?

Should I ask or did I answer myself?

 

So…

My life is somewhere I never thought it would be.

I am an office sales manager for a marketing company.

I pretty much work 12 hour days monday through friday and then eight hours on saturdays.

I don’t really see my friends anymore.

I don’t really make music anymore.

I just work…come home to my cat. Drink a few beers. Sleep. Wake up and repeat.

 

I actually really like my job.

I am apparently really good at it.

But who the fuck am I?

This is not the Dane I thought I knew.

I am thinking that is a good thing though, because the Dane I knew kind of made me sick.

People actually respect me now.

The people over me in this company think I am doing a great job and let me know it.

I make a lot of money.

I’m still in debt big time…but at least I am crawling out of that hole faster than I thought possible.

I am going to be making a little over 60K next year.

…what the fuck?

I have a team of people that work under me.

what the fuck?

People depend on me.

People look up to me.

It’s like…it’s almost kind of sort of like I am some kind of adult maybe…or something.

I dunno.

It’s weird.

 

Sales manager huh?

Why didn’t I think of this shit before?