A personal realization about jobs

I hate my job.  It's a phrase that many of us utter day after day.  I've certainly had jobs in the past that I hated.  There are days, more often than not, that I hate my current one.  I often consider myself lucky to have a job, making a fair wage, and doing something that I actually don't mind doing.  There are so many people out there that aren't as lucky as me.  I tell myself that particular phrase quite a bit.

The truth of the matter is that I still hate WORK.  Yes, WORK.  The job itself doesn't matter.  I could be doing the best and most exciting job in the world until it started to become work and then it would be back to the same old routine.  This is the realization that I have come to.  I work excessive amounts of hours...more often than I care to admit.  I deal with idiots, micro-managers, attitudes, complacency, and copious amounts of stupidity.  I have lots of things I'd rather be doing.  Things that I think would be more productive and beneficial to me than just grinding it out every single day.

I often stay up late during the week for work related issues.  It's not uncommon for me to be up until 2am.  And then, on weekends, I'm watching email like a hawk so that I can attempt to react quickly to issues.  On Sunday's, I have to be near my laptop so that I can react to something and the potential for "another late night" is always looming.  All of this basically goes against everything that I said I would never do.  I have made it a point in my life to work to live...not live to work.  It seems that, even though I despise it, I have ventured into part of the work territory that I loathe.  I enjoy my personal time with my family and friends...it's something that I value highly.  It's mountains more important than work.

-- THIS IS A LATER WRITING BELOW --

Well, I just kind of happened on this as I was coming on here to possibly do an update to the old blog that no one reads.  Frankly, I kind of enjoy going back and reading my thoughts.  It gives me the advantage of hindsight...retrospect.  I can say, with vigor, that all of the above still rings true.  I have managed to reduce my hours, albeit in a forced way.



On a much lighter note, this whole thing started as a way to document my studio build out.  I'm not sure if I mentioned it, but that's all be done for quite some time.  And you know what I've done so far with it?  I've recorded a practice speech for a master's thesis.  Yes...exciting times.