People who work and brag about it
There’s a guy I know who works as an attorney in my building. I won’t mention him by name because I don’t want him to sue my ass (my ass is worth a lot).
I rode in the elevator with him a couple of days ago and had the obligatory “what is up / how are you” conversation. I mentioned that I was playing music and he mentioned that he didn’t know where that was, and that he didn’t get out much these days…and here’s where I arrive at my tangent of the day (that’s what blogs are, you know?)(also, henceforth, I will not use the term “blog”, I will only use the full terminology “web log”)(or more fully “world wide web log”)(world wide web logs are nothing more than daily tangent generators):
Anyway. Why is that if you are a workaholic you can wear that trait on an elevator like a total badge of honor? And not just on elevators. Workaholics feel like they can just dance around and proclaim how tired they are, how busy they are, and how neglectful they are of their families and they never are made to feel bad for it. I can feel myself getting older and getting more productive and industrious, and it is kind of weird to watch it happen…it’s like my life is sort of shifting gears…but I really don’t ever want to be a workaholic. I want to balance my work and my friends and family. I want to always try to keep a perspective that at the age of 70, no one will ever care (including me) about how successful I was with my work. I want to surround myself with friends who will slap me in the face if I start bragging about how I work all the time and my priorities are totally out of balance. I think we need more people to slap more workaholics in the face.
Okay. I’m done ranting. That’s all for today’s world wide web log.
Brian T. Murphy
I rode in the elevator with him a couple of days ago and had the obligatory “what is up / how are you” conversation. I mentioned that I was playing music and he mentioned that he didn’t know where that was, and that he didn’t get out much these days…and here’s where I arrive at my tangent of the day (that’s what blogs are, you know?)(also, henceforth, I will not use the term “blog”, I will only use the full terminology “web log”)(or more fully “world wide web log”)(world wide web logs are nothing more than daily tangent generators):
Anyway. Why is that if you are a workaholic you can wear that trait on an elevator like a total badge of honor? And not just on elevators. Workaholics feel like they can just dance around and proclaim how tired they are, how busy they are, and how neglectful they are of their families and they never are made to feel bad for it. I can feel myself getting older and getting more productive and industrious, and it is kind of weird to watch it happen…it’s like my life is sort of shifting gears…but I really don’t ever want to be a workaholic. I want to balance my work and my friends and family. I want to always try to keep a perspective that at the age of 70, no one will ever care (including me) about how successful I was with my work. I want to surround myself with friends who will slap me in the face if I start bragging about how I work all the time and my priorities are totally out of balance. I think we need more people to slap more workaholics in the face.
Okay. I’m done ranting. That’s all for today’s world wide web log.
Brian T. Murphy