Who the Hell Invented Work Anyway?

Getting back into the work groove after a week’s vacation seems to get harder as time moves forward. Until my novel hits the bestseller list—if it ever does—I’m stuck with a day job. Returning to an avalanche of paperwork, 152 e-mails—many of which require immediate action—double-digit voicemails, and a list of “Things to Do” almost nullifies the vacation or at the least make it not a fair exchange for the stress and aggravation.

My day job is one of those positions that keep on giving even when I’m not here. The floodgates stay open 24/7. This got me to thinking. I wonder how many people really and truly enjoy their jobs. From my experience in the working world—and the years have been many—it seems that working is merely a paycheck; a means to an end.

In all honesty, I can’t ever remember hearing someone tell me that they love their job. Do rich and famous people love what they do? Considering the number of suicides and drug and alcohol addictions among the elite, it appears that even the crème de la crème have issues.

If in your heart of hearts you want to climb mountains, swim with whales, travel the world, be a food critic or wine taster, why can’t you do what you want to do and get paid for it? But then again, who would be left to snake out your clogged toilet? Who would collect the garbage? Who would clean the public restrooms? Who would flip burgers at Mickey D’s? Hmm. Maybe my day job ain’t so bad.



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3 responses to “Who the Hell Invented Work Anyway?

  1. Ken

    It’s all about perspective. I have a home out in the country up in the foothills of the Sierras. I was a renter in it first, and then my ex-wife and I decided to purchase the home when it became available ( I mean who could turn down two houses and 2 acres for 165K in Calif). Part of the purchase deal required that the septic tanks be pumped and inspected. When the septic guy came out to do the work it was nearly 100 degrees out. Because the landlord had not maintained the tanks to that point it had been almost 10 years since they had been pumped. There was a solid layer on the top of the tanks about 3feet thick that had to be broken into chunks with a metal pole and sucked out before they could drain the liquids in the tanks. By the end of the day the guy was covered head to toe with septic tank by-products, and did I mention it was almost 100 degrees? In your mind you can take a moment to covet the wonderful bouquet that must have been in the air that day. Now here comes the perspective part. The whole time he was doing this job I would check in with him from time-to-time, and at each check-in he would beam with excitement about how he was leaving his current position the following week to become a garbage man! 🙂

    • dmannechino

      Amen. Everything is relative. My gripe is that I really want to write full time. It’s so hard working a stressful day job and trying to kick your creative juices into high gear after your brain is sucked dry. The creative process requires undivided attention. If I could find a way to quit my job I’d bail out in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, I’ve developed this peculiar habit: eating. Need I say more?

  2. Ken

    LOL..nope I know exactly what you are talking about. Well hopefully you will know out a couple of best sellers and then you will have critical mass which will support writing full time. Heck if one book is good enough you can do that. The funny thing is my last job was with a big corporation and NOTHING drains any creativity like corporate America. In fact, they are like the anti-creativity particle. When real creativity comes in contact with corporate America it is instantly annihilated! 🙂

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