Life Diary of a high quality mid-life crisis
A Seattlite named Doug just called in to inform us that he is officially leaving Seattle and driving his motorcycle down to Tierra del Fuego, perhaps never to return. Several months ago, the vice president of the pharmaceutical company where he worked left Doug a typically long-winded voicemail message, which he was supposed forward to a co-worker. Doug forwarded the message with his own scathing rant attached… and then discovered he had accidentally replied to the message, instead of forwarding it.
This is what, according to Doug, his VP heard:
This fucking guy can go on forever without saying a goddamn fucking thing. This goddamn voicemail is going to take you fifteen minutes to listen to. After the first five minutes, you’re going to want to slit your wrists! The second five minutes, you’ll want to stab yourself in the fucking forehead! And the third five minutes, you’re going to have to stab your eyes with fucking sticks just to stay awake long enough to listen to the FIVE SECONDS of information contained somewhere in this goddamn voicemail!!!
So Doug is a little crazy, yes. He says it had been a long week. In any case, shortly thereafter he quit his job, sold his house, bought a motorcycle (“this is the first time I’ll be riding one legally,” he says) and plans to escape to South America, his bags alledgedly packed with only “a digital camera, a laptop and underwear.”
Yes, Doug will be making extensive digital documentation of his trip from Seattle to South America. He’s hoping to write a “coffee-table-travel-adventure book” about it. His website is kind of small and weird right now, but who knows? He might even make it past Tijuana. All persons currently entrenched in Office Space-style jobs might want to take note.
His frigging website is almost completely in Comic Sans. Gah. Thanks a lot, now I have to wash out my eyes with bleach.