We can all admit that sometimes work sucks. It’s like the days drag on and the weeks feel like they will last an eternity. I hate Henry Ford for mandating a forty hour work week. Who in their right mind would think it’s a good idea to make people work longer than they have time for themselves? I’m sure he wasn’t hurting for money at the time, he was creating Ford and created American engineering as we know it. I’m sure he could afford to lose a day of production.
I apologize, I digress, it just doesn’t make sense to me that we work so much. Life is about living and we’re all stuck in a system where working tends to take precedence over our happiness. I wish I could remember who said it but I read a quote one time and it read, “I’d rather be paid for my work than having to work for my pay.”
I mean isn’t that what it’s all about. We’ve all been giving this one life to live. Why should we squander it busting our ass for someone who doesn’t care about you? Why do we waste our time over things that won’t matter to us tomorrow? Why does it feel so hard sometimes to just go out and enjoy life and everything it has to offer without being weighed down with all of your days stresses?
Sometimes work sucks. Sometimes I’m on a ladder right in front of a door and hope that someone comes barging out the door and knocking me off the ladder. Sure it’ll hurt, it’ll be a ten foot ladder, so it won’t kill me, I’ll get over it. Work would give me a month or two to recover before they asked me to come back in and all it cost me was a few bruises and a dislocated shoulder… I’ll take it.
I sometimes hope it happens so I could get myself a quick little vacation. In no way do I deserve one but mentally I’m in desperate need of one. I’d love to be able to sleep in on a Tuesday, wake up hungover on a Wednesday, and if I’m lucky I’d wake up next to someone in my bed on a Thursday until noon. I don’t want to do much, I just want to enjoy myself as much as I can before it’s too late. I just could use a little paid time off if you know what I mean.
PS I say, “Don’r be afraid to knock me off my ladder” every time I set it up by a door. I don’t know if I say it as a joke or if I’m actually starting to mean it nowadays.