Lately I've been telling anyone who'd listen that I am really unhappy at my job. I complain about the low pay, ugly hours, and unsatisfying work. I complain even more about the length of my commute and even more than that about the cost of gas.

Over the past few months I've gotten calls from headhunters pretty regularly. The calls seem to come in swarms, grouped together over two-week periods, with two- to three-week lulls in between. Some jobs that the headhunters pitch sound interesting. Virtually all of them are in Silicon Valley, right in my neck of the woods. Pay varies, from laughable to holy-shit-imagine-if-I-made-that-much.

And yet, here I am, another graveyard shift at work. My résumé remains out-of-date, having been updated last well over 9 months ago. I don't actively search for jobs on any of the Internet jobseeker sites, and my profiles in all of them are pretty much stale. I've got a bunch of headhunter contact emails in my home inbox, and all of them remain un-contact-ed.

And still I complain. And do nothing.

Inertia. It's a powerful thing.