I have always felt excessive work makes you feel important. Like, say eh .. you can pick up calls and tell that you are busy, so if the other person could bother to call later. Or maybe bunk a couple of meals, and work ... "uneating and undrinking" , Grammar Police , spare me the trial. Shoot.
Sometimes when friends call , and I tell .. "Am in a class right now. Later, later." Time ? 11 in the night. Super Bliss.
See I am "almost-a-lawyer" now. And this is what lawyers do. Work their bottoms off. And it was all I ever wanted to do. A month ago, perhaps :/ .
That feeling is dying. Work does not thrill me anymore. Law School killed that "John-Grishamesque Lawyer" deep within me. Work now is just another routine. I need people now. Real people - not robots - who I can sit and chat with. People who love coffee not for the caffeine rush, but for its taste. People who go to the library to socialize, and not escape other people. Talking to someone I like feels so much better than 2 hours in an ASP program. Staying up late and not working has its own thrills. You meet new people. On second thought, the same people in a new light. Moonlight maybe. Its easier to fall asleep in the next day's Socio classes if you haven't slept the night before, though it isn't that tough anyways. Work is no more a love. Maybe it is. But the 'honeymoon' phase has gone past. All we have now is a life-long marital alliance. Isn't it obvious ?
But work is something I cannot escape. None can escape. But maybe a more humane approach to jobs. :)
Some movies, some music, some games and then some work too. Not necessarily in that order.
Do not get me wrong. I still like work, but I do not feel good about it. I love my projects. I love seeing the word-count grow. I love researching. But its never like before. It is artificial love. I am forcing myself to fall in love. Maybe you are too. All of us are. Part of the process.
As a senior wrote somewhere ...
"Welcome to the Machine."
Can someone please get me back on tracks ?
Or can you follow me ?
The key to happiness is joblessness :).
The key to posh jobs is a genuine lack of happiness.
I think I am getting disillusioned. Forgive me. Old age does that to you.
But I need my life back.
Truly Yours.
Lock.
Sometimes when friends call , and I tell .. "Am in a class right now. Later, later." Time ? 11 in the night. Super Bliss.
See I am "almost-a-lawyer" now. And this is what lawyers do. Work their bottoms off. And it was all I ever wanted to do. A month ago, perhaps :/ .
That feeling is dying. Work does not thrill me anymore. Law School killed that "John-Grishamesque Lawyer" deep within me. Work now is just another routine. I need people now. Real people - not robots - who I can sit and chat with. People who love coffee not for the caffeine rush, but for its taste. People who go to the library to socialize, and not escape other people. Talking to someone I like feels so much better than 2 hours in an ASP program. Staying up late and not working has its own thrills. You meet new people. On second thought, the same people in a new light. Moonlight maybe. Its easier to fall asleep in the next day's Socio classes if you haven't slept the night before, though it isn't that tough anyways. Work is no more a love. Maybe it is. But the 'honeymoon' phase has gone past. All we have now is a life-long marital alliance. Isn't it obvious ?
But work is something I cannot escape. None can escape. But maybe a more humane approach to jobs. :)
Some movies, some music, some games and then some work too. Not necessarily in that order.
Do not get me wrong. I still like work, but I do not feel good about it. I love my projects. I love seeing the word-count grow. I love researching. But its never like before. It is artificial love. I am forcing myself to fall in love. Maybe you are too. All of us are. Part of the process.
As a senior wrote somewhere ...
"Welcome to the Machine."
Or can you follow me ?
The key to happiness is joblessness :).
The key to posh jobs is a genuine lack of happiness.
I think I am getting disillusioned. Forgive me. Old age does that to you.
But I need my life back.
Truly Yours.
Lock.
Awesome post. Keep it up. Update regularly and you are on my reading list for sure. Felt real real nice reading something written in such an honest manner.:-D
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