Do you remember when you were a kid, and the sound of a word that you had said a thousand times, all of a sudden started sounding weird? Like, multiple… Multiple… why does that sound mean that? M-U-L-T-I-P-L-E… weird.
The way a word can sound weird is kind’a how I feel about working… Working is just weird…
How did we as a society get to where we are when it comes to employment?
I know that working originated with, well, survival, and the things you had to do each day to stay alive.
My ancestors “work” was hunting a mammoth… Mine is making spreadsheets all day.
Doesn’t seem comparable.
It also could be that since I hit 40, I have been wondering if all this time at the office is really worth it.
The truth is that I would prefer to not work at all, and just lay around and read books.
The real truth is that I would prefer to sit around and watch movies and think about the books I should be reading…
And then there is that thing about having a kid, and I feel like I should be setting a good work ethic. Such as, see how Dad likes his job, and how he is happy going to work, and then he is happy when he comes home from work.
But still, getting up, going someplace, being there for 8 hours, and then going home, and only having a few hours with my family before we go to bed and repeat.
It just sounds weird…
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