It's Called "Work" For a Reason

Friday 16 August 2002

In recent weeks, several people I know (including one family member) have just gotten tired of their jobs (and the associated idiocy) and quit.

That's awesome - I wish I had the guts to do it - but this is a rough economy and it seems like a bad time to quit any jobs (that's one reason I hang onto two of them!) I have one friend who just keeps shifting jobs, because he's never happy with anything. He seems to think that work should be fun, and that the world owes him such a job. Unfortunately, this isn't the case for most people. Searching for a job you truly love is a great thing, and I hope everyone finds that eventually, but it doesn't just happen magically, not for many of us.

Work sucks. Like many people, I hate my job (jobs) and would love to do something else. Until (if) I can make that happen, however, I feel it prudent to toil away at work that isn't my ideal idea of fun and games. Some people have called me crazy, which is fine; I can rest easy knowing that I'm not hurting for money right now. To me, it's worth it.

To shift gears entirely, let me state now that I realize the above, like many of these rants, is a personal opinion carrying major attitude. I guess if you don't want to hear it, don't read it. I try to present my opinions in a balanced, reasonable way, but they're still just opinions, and they often convey some measure of unpleasantness. I don't think I'm better than anybody or that I deserve any special treatment or anything; I'm just a guy doing what he thinks he needs to do to secure a stable future while having fun in the present. Pretty much all of my rants are just offshoots of the way I carry myself through life and try to avoid mistakes. If anything I say helps you, that's great; if it doesn't, then no harm done.

Next week: some data on what I could write next.