Jobs, Work, Play, Trapped, Life. Who needs this shit? Who likes this shit?

Sparky Kronkite

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Work? Work does not necessarily pertain to, "a job," but it can. Work can take place "in play" as well as in a job. A job though, most often involves work, usually hard work, in one way or the other - physically, mentally or even both.

Play, even when it's work, is most often fun in one way or the other - physically, mentally and yes, both.

Most of us work at jobs. Most of us are not fortunate enough to work at play, have some fun and still provide - or "make a living." Most profession/occupations are not even remotely set-up for us to have fun - to have any play.

Very, very few - artistic endeavors being the most obvious possibilities - professions contain elements of fun/play - though even professions with large elements of play involved (like creative jobs) can become work and therefore, eventually jobs.

And jobs most often denote, not only work - but entrapment. Once an adult (I say adult because I don't know of many children capable of these concepts) makes some sort of life-decision on a profession/occupation - pursues it and eventually finds, due to many other adult factors (children/family/health and education responsibilities/accrued benefits/financial security/retirement) - that they must "remain" in that job, doing that work, investing that time, in that occupation - (even though the fucking hate it) - that they are - in essence trapped. They find that it simply an most often, does not make sense to change careers and risk loosing everything they've accrued over time. They feel trapped.

And this is life - part of it anyway.

I've never taken a casual poll - but my guess is that far more than 99% of us - to a large degree - feel trapped within our occupation. And that a large percentage of us, at times, and fairly frequently - hate our jobs.

I find this to be a shame. I ask myself why life has developed this way. I tend to blame it on misdirected, lost, and deviant prioritization of basic life desires. Morals if you will. Why is it that things like success, wealth, and power have found their way to be so high, so important on most of our life to-do lists?

But I digress.

I do tend to be a positive person. I always look for the silver lining and yes - my job - does have a bright silver lining. But, but, but - do I want to come in here every day, put up with the same political bullshit, deal with the same egotistical assholes, etc., - every day? Wouldn't I rather be playing with my newborn son? Wouldn't I rather spend time with my two older boys helping them with their home work and playing some sports with them. Would I rather be writing, painting, composing and playing music - and teaching my sons the same - everyday? Hell, I'd rather perform in the subway for spare change. (Something I have yet to do but will soon.) wouldn't I rather be working out and taking care of myself in a superior way? And wouldn't I like to share all this with my wife and make love to her as often as possible?

Of fucking course I would!

BUT FUCK NO!!!!!!!

Tell ya what - I don't even want to know about those of you who feel like I do, I know you're out there - I want to know about those who really love their jobs. The one's who like getting up and going in there and digging the whole thing.

Now this means, those of you - who really like yours jobs, and have liked them for a good amount of time. (Newness to a job is always kinda fun, that doesn't count, neither does making gobs of money - working at something you would dislike if you were getting meagerly paid and liking your job simply because it makes you rich is not, "likely your job," it's liking the money - an evil way to go by the way.) So let me know.

Who really likes their jobs and why? C'mon don't be shy. If I get no responses - my theory will have validity.

Who likes this shit? I do - it's the only thing I got.
 
I LOVE my "job" because:

1. I get to teach. Being an on air personality, and working in the security field are two extremes, but my company has put me in front of the classroom. I love teaching and being instructor for a new set of people weekly.

2. My company really utilizes my management talents. I mean really. I now have 4 accounts, 26 people and 4 assistants. God, what a blast.

3. Having a chance to broadcast on a highly rated radio station brings out the extrovert in me. Being INCREDIBLY shy in high-school, I have learned how to "shine" and no longer tremble when meeting new people.
 
I love my job....

Its my profession that I can't stand.
But that is all coming to an end, very soon. I have discovered that there really is life after death. I have also discovered that less is more, except where LOVE is concerned, and that true spirituality, ie. A belief in the soul, are the keys to satisfaction.

Ironically, I had to reach the top rungs of my profession to find out how much I hate it. Forunately, I have managed to save a few bucks so that I can get out of jail within the next few years and pursue more satisfying things, whatever they may be. Believe me, I am very grateful for this because I would likely have put a bullet in my head if I knew I had to continue to practice law, indefinitely.

It ain't easy, Sparkman,to see any real joy in the work I do except that I know that I have, in large part, minimized the level of conflict in the cases that I have been involved in the last several years. I have done this by drastically reducing my case load and stress level and charging lots more for my time more for my time. But that isn't enough. I NEED OUT!!!

You asked for people who like their jobs and since my real "job' has always been to become a better person, I can say that NOW, for the first time in my life, I truly like my job. And its people like you that make my "job" so enjoyable.

Fondly,

blue
 
I'm right with ya.......

About your job is to be a person. I might ad a healthy and happy person. A whole person. All of us should come to that realization - and the sooner the better - for each and for all.

I just kick myself sometimes for letting myself get trapped. Succumbing to the obvious, following like a sheep. Sure I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. If one must play this game - or through initial ignorance, if one falls into playing this game - yes there is a goal that can be construed as relatively healthy. I see that - look forward to it.

It's just that I hate knowing that I will meet that goal toward the end of my stay. You see, I've learned the secret already, I do know what I'm supposed to do, I do know how I supposed to live, I do know the right thing to do - but I've become trapped - hence my ironic bittersweet posture.

And ya know, I think I knew "the secret" (it really shouldn't be a secret now should it) at a very young age - no, I don't think I knew what was right - but I could see clearly, what was wrong and that wrong was all around me - and that I must endure it somehow.

It's just not all that positive of a thing knowing you've lived your life so far and must continue to do so - by the nonsensical rules of a blind majority - a majority that you absolutely know - is for the most part - wrong.

It's like watching a train wreck that you know is coming. Just have trouble getting into it sometimes.
 
You can do both at the same time---

You will then see that the light at the end of the tunnel is not attached to a locomotive. Its like working 2 jobs. One is personal (spiritual, for the soul) while the other is professional (financial, for the pocketbook).

I am certainly no Zen master;not even close. I have taken plenty of time to work on myself, notwithstanding the dissenting views of some here, and the rewards have been fantastic. My relationships with everyone important to me, have all improved, as has my ability to deal with others in my life. You can do it too, Sparky. I know you can. Look at the progress you have made since you have been on the BB. Self examination and introspection are wonderful.

Try this. I look at myself in the 3rd person frequently to figure out whether I like how I'm doing. Since I am with me 24/7, I am always happier when I am my own best friend. Otherwise, I become dysfunctonal and that is the tip off for me that there is a problem. That's when I go inward.

For what its worth, feel free to email me, whenever. I'll always get back to you.

Fondly,


blue
 
The best thing that ever happened to me was the downsizing mania in the 90's. Before that, I'd been putting in 60 hour weeks with decreasing pay and benefits, horrible bosses, and nothing but stress.

Now, I'm unemployed, a student, living on next to no money (family handouts), and much, much happier.

I cannot understand anyone who likes law offices or corporations, but then, I'm singularly lacking in understanding -- or so claimed one of the people I worked for.
 
yep,,, I like my job

No deep thoughts or philosiphy here,,, I just flat out like my job,,, I have been at this job now for 13 years, first part-time and now full-time

I am self employed as a residential designer,,, people bring their hopes and dreams to me and I create a physicial place for them to house those dreams,,, and the clients that I like the best are the folks that do not have a huge wad of money to play with to build their dream home, as this type of situation causes more thought, more careful listening, and loads of talking. Sometimes I get little sketches on napkins, or a scrapbook full of pictures, or even just a lot of arm waving descrbing the rooms and future uses/plans for those spaces.

So, my job entails a full knowledge of the residential codes ( some slight headache there ), styles, interior design, kitchen design ( my very favorite aspect of all ), new products available, and of course the ability to capture the essence of someone else's thoughts and put them on paper so that the trades people can build it,,,

I love my job,,, tis none better that I have tried so far. I am part counsler, part artist, part craftsman, and full time happy. And did I mention that I work out've my home,,, ahhhh,
 
CW.... you're it! The dude I'been looking for.

As you might imagine - (although I generally find that most folks "out there," unless they've lived here, have only a passing, a general knowledge of - real-estate in - dum, dum, dum, dummmmmm - MANHATTAN!) - coordinating/designing living spaces here in NYC is a very, very big deal.

My wife and I are currently in the throws of this, just having moved over the summer - we actually purchased a place - a rarity for folks with our income here. Most like us would rent - which is what we were doing for years.

Example: Today 800 sq. ft. anywhere livable, any configuration from loft to 3 bed rooms (yes the rooms are closets and these usually rent to groups/students) - livable meaning generally, below 110th street (up north) - all the way down to the Battery (the southern tip of the Island, yes island, most folks don't realize that this here city was "the first beach town in America."). These would rent at about $32/35 hundred a month - and sell depending on the neighbor hood (schools and all that shit does count here) around $300K.

Yeah, I know, I know - why the hell would anyone live here? I'll go into that some other time. But now.....

We have just that - a 2 bedroom with about 800 sq.ft - we lucked out and locked it in 8 months ago and got'er for $255K. It's up now. It's got a nice working fire place - only for the rich usually here in the Apple and an in apartment washer and dryer combo - very unique in an apartment this small.

The kitchen/dinning area/living area, are pretty much one and the same. The folks before us redid the kitchen as cheep as possible - not bad but white fiber board cabs don't quite cut it for us. I was thinking......

Considering space (or more accurately lack of it) I thought I'd invite an interior designer who specialized in boat interiors - more specifically sail boat interiors. So...

Thoughts on that and we're looking for what I'd call rather unique kitchen appliances - like the fridge for one. In NYC you just don't have to stock up on food - hell the deli and the grocery, are right below us and we don't eat in that often. We don't need a big mofo fridge like most folks. But we do want "a cool one." No pun intended. I figure, stainless, at about 5ft tall, 2.5 to 3ft deep, 3 to 3.5ft wide - ice maker and freezer compartment inside would be perfect. You know of anything like this. We figure it would cost - not too much of a demand for these. But that's what I'm looking for. Range oven in similar philosophy too. Just don't need 8 burners, two ovens (Fully cooked, super tender 2lb chickens cost under two bucks here, and that's just one example of the easy, and often cheep life here in NYC.)

So let me know what you think.
 
Sparky your post reminds me just how good my life is. Maybe I'm not in the heart of things, Ohio will NEVER be considered that, but I work hard at making my life fulfilling and enjoyable. Right now I stay home with my children and though there are times I miss adult conversation, I have the luxury and fortune of doing whatever I want EVERYDAY. (Actually I'm sitting here thinking that a trip to the park might be necessary on such a beautiful day fall day) I could have a hell of alot more possessions if I worked, but somehow it doesn't seem worth it.
 
Yeah, possesions bah humbug.

I'd be totally happy with a few meager things - all the good stuff of course - family, friends, physical health, mental health, spiritual health and sexual health.

And just a few material things I've grown to love - a guitar or two, a motorcycle, an old Cadillac, a good Hi-fi system and CD's of my favs, a good pair of sneaks, a good pair of cowboy boots, a life-long quido leather jacket, a good knife - and that's about it.

I actually have all that!!!!! I'm very lucky. But I don't get very much time to enjoy it all. And that's my point. I can't keep it without workin' my ass off - last week 55 hours and I had Friday off!!!! Shit.

Anyway - it is what it is.
 
FUCKIN BRAGGERT

BLAH BLAH BLAH ,,,,,look at all i got and all i the money i make and what a great fuckin life i got.

you are a spunkmiester arent you?
 
Yep -

And I'll blow spunk right up you ass - you fuckin' dick faced, hand jobbin', rim job mouthed, sack of shit.

Bring out your little fuckin' trolls - my Barbie collection will bake'em in their Easy Bake for lunch.

Hope your shit suckin' life eventually blows your small brain out with a .357 mag.

Get laid!!!!

Pussy.
 
Yea, what Sparky said.

:p
 
Well.....

Conversing with you all here is a major therapeutic plus. And all I have to do is look at my kids. I've been doing this for years and again count my blessings - I worked 6 days a week until my late thirties. Yeah I know, many people have it much harder and unlike that nasty troll who doesn't get it - I am not complaining and I'm not bragging either. Just lettin' it fly in a real way. At least that is my humble attempt.
 
Well, it helps to be able to have a diversion

:p
 
Yep, like my job

Sparky, I like my job. I am in a technical field that requires mental and physical work. It does not pay as well as your job, evidently. We live comfortably. But, I enjoy what I do. Could live with less bullshit, who couldn't. I've been in my field now for 25 years.

Without the people that do my job, none of us would be on the internet. Most can probably figure out what I do for a living. Just don't hold it against me.
 
Pay is relative.......

Just because I happen to find myself here in NYC - (I was corporate-ly mandated here, I could have refused but, all in all it has proven a good decision.)- a place I and others find exciting. And just because everybody has some inkling of the great expense it is to live here - don't think I actually pocket a bunch of jing or invest it or anything. Fact is that between the big X getting a third of it - the new baby getting a bunch - putting stuff away for all three of my boys education's and simply living here - land of easily blowing a Grant a day - without even noticing - I had to ask the X to not cash a measly $100 check or I'd bounce two for a fifty dollar fine. And it's that way about every pay check. I'm no rich man - oh yeah the paper looks pretty good but right now I'm wearing Farah chinos, a what is it? Something like Mellora or something like that, shirt and Mack black boots - all from either K-Mart or Target - even my belt.

No brag - just fact.

I'm glad you love your job. We all should.
 
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