Lately it’s been a brick making party at the pyramid for me. I understand all too well that I chose this path but even whores enjoy their work. It is the work I detest or the task masters that dole out the beatings? Interesting paradigm for all sides is right. We must earn money to pay the bills just to survive. I could go do “my dream” job but starving is really not an option. Before you say, yes I will suck it up and do my job. For that has never been in question or an option. Even as a lowly brick maker, I will do my best. For my drive to do my best is not driven by the whip or the threats (cause we all know your position in life does not preclude you from an ass whipping) but by my own self pride to do my best. To a point I am at their mercy but I am also capable of cutting my chord and free falling. Simple life lesson, you can only kick a dog for so long then he will bite you or leave!
I was talking with a friend this weekend and the thought lite went off. We were both venting about our jobs and how nice the weekend is until Sunday when the dread of Monday sets in. WTF? From Eat Pray Love , “I built this life and was involved in it” but how has it became this drone existence. Every song on radio praises the weekend and despises the work week and SO DO WE ALL!!!! How sad this is that we live for 100 days out of 365 in our year around the sun. This has been on my mind for a while and everyone I speak to seems to have the same story. We work and live for the weekend but what kind of living is that? I know better than most that work is a four letter word which I must do but I want it to be a happy part of my life not merely a necessity. I chose this career over one I love for money and it is taking its toll. I have molded myself into a corporate drone who sits in traffic, gets the Monday blues on Sunday and has little life during the week. Yes, I am not living; I am s...
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