Work

[cjsmith]

How many people here look forward to going to work in the morning? How many people say to themselves "That was a wonderful weekend, and I'm glad I get to go to work on Monday" or "Wow, I can't believe they pay me to [fitb]; I'd do it just for the fun of it" or "The people at my company are great and I'm glad I get to see them every day"?

I know there are people who are glad to have their jobs, or who feel grateful that their skillset happens to be lucrative, or who enjoy some aspects of their jobs but not others. I also know that there are people who basically hate their job, their coworkers, the activity, the salary, the hours, every bit of it. What I haven't seen is anyone who loves every bit of it.

I know my friends list. Y'all can be a contrary bunch. If I say I haven't seen FOO, several people will respond that they personify FOO. I wanna know who you are. Then I'll ask you how you got that happy.

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[jmkelly.livejournal.com]

I like my weekends and I like my work days. I sometimes wonder what kind of a sicko I am--having a touch of obsessive-compulsive disorder definitely helps--but my work is always interesting and only rarely annoying. Of course, I'm the kind of person who finds punching down twisted-pair cable on wiring blocks interesting, or at least enjoyable. Not as intellectually stimulating as other parts of the job, but sometimes it's nice to give abstract thought a rest and just concentrate on getting the blue, orange, green and brown pairs nicely punched down. And if it's a 25-pair cable--oh boy, that's blue, orange, green, brown and slate, overlaid with white, red, black, yellow and violet. Pretty heady stuff there!

What a contrast from my last job, where I spent my days on system administration, policy, office politics, and bullshit--especially bullshit.