2007-07-02 - 1:42 p.m.
Are We Trying to Grow Up Yet? (Whatever That Means)
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Three cheers for my job. I sure like it. They make me go to too many meetings, and want me to complete far too much paperwork but, all in all, they pay me pretty well for barely working at all.
Rest assured, however, that I have no intention whatsoever of still having this job four or five years from now and that, when I say that I sure like this job, I'm using the same reasoning to arrive at this conclusion that I did ten years ago upon getting my first one. (A job which, by any reasoning, totally stank.) That is, that getting the most possible money for the least possible work ought to be the working folk's goal.
And, for the most part, I'm pretty comfortable with this approach to work. By which I mean, it's the only one I can imagine that makes even a lick of sense. Probably this has a lot to do with the fact that I've retarded myself through literature, resent and distrust the art of dissembling, have problems taking a serious approach (whatever that means) to quite nearly everything, and tend to recall that scene in American Psycho in which everyone exchanges business cards everytime I come across someone who actually does take their work seriously.
That said, you kids in Canada keep doing things like finishing your degrees and landing jobs that sound as though they may actually be kind of interesting and - hard pressed to admit it but - sometimes I worry that I'm going to be left behind (whatever that means).
Is anyone out there starting to think about taking their job seriously? Because I would like to be warned, like, two years in advance if this is going to start to happen.
In the meantime (and hopefully forever more) I will cheerfully remain a shallow and stunted little creature defining itself via the dubious means of fashion and assorted cultural commodities, rather than by any items or deeds of substantiated worth.
Sincerely,
ELOFTING@HOTMAIL.COM
