Tuesday, January 15, 2002
hate work, hate it. work is duely hated.
i don't know why i even bother sometimes. i wish i could just quit. it seems like such a good solution these days. things are only going to get worse, and there is little or no opportunity for advancement. i wish i could just get another damn job or something. of course, i'm not really looking. in fact, i'm not looking at all. this is going to turn into another one of those things from about a year ago where i was like "blah blah blah, still need to find a job, but i don't want one". in anycase, work is the root of all evil. my job is directly responsible for escalating sports salaries, and the situation in afghanistan. i am sure of it. i really hate the concept of it. not the concept of providing a service for money, but what i am doing. i don't see myself as providing any sort of worthwhile service. i get paid to pretend to be doing stuff, and avoiding other stuff. eventually these responsibilities catch up with me, and i either have to flat out lie, or hide for a few days. eventually it gets to the point where i have to do stuff. i would have done the stuff earlier if i believed there was any reason whatsoever to do it. but no, i find my job completely worthless. the only reason i will tell you otherwise, is if i am trying to impress you. ok, thats not entirely true. there are times where i feel good about work, and like i am doing something helpful, and that the stuff we are trying might actually work. not today. today i hate work. today, there is nothing good that could possibly come from anything remotely related to the environmental restoration field.
i am destined to hate every job i will ever have. i am destined to never get an education, because it is too close to work. i am destined to end up a bitter old man, with no money for retirement because I don't earn enough to live decently, let alone save money i am destined to die with only my blog to keep me company. all because of work. oh, how i hate you...
i don't know why i even bother sometimes. i wish i could just quit. it seems like such a good solution these days. things are only going to get worse, and there is little or no opportunity for advancement. i wish i could just get another damn job or something. of course, i'm not really looking. in fact, i'm not looking at all. this is going to turn into another one of those things from about a year ago where i was like "blah blah blah, still need to find a job, but i don't want one". in anycase, work is the root of all evil. my job is directly responsible for escalating sports salaries, and the situation in afghanistan. i am sure of it. i really hate the concept of it. not the concept of providing a service for money, but what i am doing. i don't see myself as providing any sort of worthwhile service. i get paid to pretend to be doing stuff, and avoiding other stuff. eventually these responsibilities catch up with me, and i either have to flat out lie, or hide for a few days. eventually it gets to the point where i have to do stuff. i would have done the stuff earlier if i believed there was any reason whatsoever to do it. but no, i find my job completely worthless. the only reason i will tell you otherwise, is if i am trying to impress you. ok, thats not entirely true. there are times where i feel good about work, and like i am doing something helpful, and that the stuff we are trying might actually work. not today. today i hate work. today, there is nothing good that could possibly come from anything remotely related to the environmental restoration field.
i am destined to hate every job i will ever have. i am destined to never get an education, because it is too close to work. i am destined to end up a bitter old man, with no money for retirement because I don't earn enough to live decently, let alone save money i am destined to die with only my blog to keep me company. all because of work. oh, how i hate you...
