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Eep. I think I may just have sneezed my brains out. I had something going on there about what to put in my journal. I sneezed explosively twice, and now I have no idea what I was going to ramble about. Oh well. I never much needed anything in particular to ramble about before. Coherency is just not my thing.
Neither is consistency, apparently. There’s about three hours between the first and second paragraph here. I guess this might be an indication of not having a whole lot to say at the moment, but K will beat me with a stick if I don’t post something soon, so I figure I’d better. It’s Friday! This makes me all sorts of happy. It’s not that work is so horrible; it’s just that not working is infinitely better than working. Kinda funny, actually. I used to be convinced that it would be near impossible to lead an interesting and fulfilling life without having a happening career. It has occurred to me since what an incredibly sad and pathetic view of life that is. No matter what your position is, with what company or what office you hold, in the end, you’re working for someone else. Whether it be the supervisor/manager/director/CEO type, the voters, the stock holders or your own customers, your day is dictated by others. How sad are you if the best thing you can do with your time is fulfilling the wishes of any of the above? Bosses are never perfect, voters are ignorant and just want short instant gratification, unable to see the bigger picture. Customers are whiny and stock holders are just plain ridiculous. Do you really mean to tell me there’s nothing more fulfilling than that? The expression “get a life” REALLY applies here, doesn’t it? And yet, this was the mindset I had for years. Surrounded by people who thought the same. Work can be fulfilling to an extent. It can enhance skills and it can strengthen self confidence, but when it becomes the meaning of life, you need to redefine things.
Funny. I have no idea where all that came from. Especially since I today actually got a few possibly big and important things done at work, much to my surprise. I do enjoy this whole being all grown up and important and stuff, I’m just wondering if there isn’t a way I could be that and still spend say… 90% of my time bumbling about the house, building mandolins and annoying my smurfy girl.
Oh well. More work to do, and almost lunch time. Yay!
Neither is consistency, apparently. There’s about three hours between the first and second paragraph here. I guess this might be an indication of not having a whole lot to say at the moment, but K will beat me with a stick if I don’t post something soon, so I figure I’d better. It’s Friday! This makes me all sorts of happy. It’s not that work is so horrible; it’s just that not working is infinitely better than working. Kinda funny, actually. I used to be convinced that it would be near impossible to lead an interesting and fulfilling life without having a happening career. It has occurred to me since what an incredibly sad and pathetic view of life that is. No matter what your position is, with what company or what office you hold, in the end, you’re working for someone else. Whether it be the supervisor/manager/director/CEO type, the voters, the stock holders or your own customers, your day is dictated by others. How sad are you if the best thing you can do with your time is fulfilling the wishes of any of the above? Bosses are never perfect, voters are ignorant and just want short instant gratification, unable to see the bigger picture. Customers are whiny and stock holders are just plain ridiculous. Do you really mean to tell me there’s nothing more fulfilling than that? The expression “get a life” REALLY applies here, doesn’t it? And yet, this was the mindset I had for years. Surrounded by people who thought the same. Work can be fulfilling to an extent. It can enhance skills and it can strengthen self confidence, but when it becomes the meaning of life, you need to redefine things.
Funny. I have no idea where all that came from. Especially since I today actually got a few possibly big and important things done at work, much to my surprise. I do enjoy this whole being all grown up and important and stuff, I’m just wondering if there isn’t a way I could be that and still spend say… 90% of my time bumbling about the house, building mandolins and annoying my smurfy girl.
Oh well. More work to do, and almost lunch time. Yay!