WORK

Work is bitter sweet. Absolutely necessary in funding my lifestyle, comfort level, coffee addiction, eating habits, travel & pastimes. Yet it definitely gets in the way of my life’s leisurely desires. Work enables me to earn an honest living and provide the things I most want in life.
It creates structure and a sense of balance… too much play is bad for anyone. Therefore I shall not complain. I am gainfully employed and grateful for the opportunity to WORK for a living.
~Christy

Work —
Okay there’s a slight difference from my job and work. When I’m at work, I’m laying the wood down. I don’t get paid for my work at all. Well it’s a stress reliever though.
So it’s fun putting in work, especially when I grab dem hips and thrust.
Sincerely VD …

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I am usually not a hard worker. I do appreciate those who are. Hard work is cool when there is a result from it (and I am not talking monetary results). Hard work for work’s sake is pointless. But hey, whatever makes you happy I guess. I think Americans put too high a value on hard work and not high enough of a value on rest.

i love my job, from the top to the bottom. no complaints or bitching from this happy worker bee. :) if you hate your job, that’s a prison without walls… my advice, find something else to do.

bleh, sometimes I wish I was independently wealthy, but since I’m not… I guess I’ll be doing this whole «work» thing for, oh, the next 35 years or so… yay!
Stupid Newcastle habit.

boooooooo!

Do I really have to do this 40-​hour thing for, like, 40 more years?

Forgive me if this is jumbled. There are lots of things flying around in my head writing this has helped sort them.
Suppose the company you work for has been acquired. You’ve been offered a healthy retention bonus if you stay for a year to assist with the transition. Fine. You hang out and play minesweeper and daydream about what you’re going to do with all the money.
Now a few months before you’re ready to collect your check and get on with your life, suppose your boss’ boss (J.) takes a VP level position at the new parent company and asks you to come work under him. Bear in mind that this company is headquartered 3000 miles away from where you live now. He asks you to fly out and visit the parent headquarters. You’re not all that excited about the idea, but he’s pushing you so you figure you should at least meet them and hear them out before dismissing it.
But you don’t meet them and hear them out, not in a satisfactory manner anyway. Your visit to their office is short and scripted, so much so that you’re expecting Billy Mays to jump out and start extolling the virtues of the parent company as if it were a tub of orange-​glo or oxy-​clean. You don’t have the opportunity to ask any candid questions. Keep in mind that so far you haven’t seen anything resembling a job description and you get vague circular answers when you ask about an org chart.
Now step back for a minute and suppose that J. has always been a big, friendly back-​slapper, big smile, teeth like gods shoeshine, a born salesman (You don’t work in sales.) A really nice guy, but tends to describe things in unrealistically optimistic terms. You’d call him insincere but he seems to believe everything that comes out of his mouth himself. He’s also a «get it done» type with little regard for structure or process, and he places customer satisfaction above all else. This has it’s pluses and minuses.
The parent company’s current C-​level for your department (S.) is a dour, older man who believes in process and regulation above all else, the kind of person «who keeps five spare tires in his trunk» as one outgoing executive describes him. Senior management appears to be a little frustrated with the department as it is, and J. appears to have charmed them. He’ll be reporting directly to this man and any astute observer can see a trainwreck coming.
Now as you’re waiting to board the plane home, another manager (C.) (who has a reputation for being somewhat cocky and confrontational but blunt and sincere) proposes that you take another open position under him instead. This position is much more clearly defined and would mean that you’d be pretty marketable after a year or two. This is starting to sound more appealing. C. says he’ll talk to S. about you taking on this position instead.
After a couple days, it turns out that S. isn’t really receptive to the idea. The parent company most likely wants to hire you for your knowledge of some specialized tools that you’ve used for the past few years. They’d like to start using these tools at the parent company but they have no one to operate them. That’s where you come in.
So they turn around and propose that you join them in the original position with the understanding that after 90 days you will move to the position you want. At first glance this sounds like a reasonable compromise.
But wait a minute. It’s probably going to take 9 to 12 months to fully implement these tools at a company this size. Are they going to let you jump off the project after 90 days? This is starting to sound more like a bait and switch than anything else. Sure, you could get it all in writing and sue the company if it doesn’t happen, but is that realistic? Bear in mind that you’re moving to someplace where you have no professional contacts outside this company, and if you quit before a year is up you’ll have to repay the relocation expenses in addition to moving yourself back to SF.
Your immediate supervisor told you off the record yesterday that he doesn’t trust the parent company and advises you not to accept the position.
You also found out today that J. may have been telling people that you’re going to accept the position and they’ve started to plan as if you’ll be joining them.
So what do you do?
If you’re me, you’ll go in to work tomorrow morning, finish your coffee, grit your teeth, and walk into J.‘s office tomorrow morning and tell him you’re not interested.
And smile to yourself.
update: Another VP (A.) is involved. More answers and more questions. J. hasn’t made any time to talk to you and you’ve spent the last two days putting out the fires he’s started by acting without planning. Do you really want to spend another year this way? Suck it up and tell them no already; You’re wasting everyone’s time.

I’m not good at anything 9 hours in a row, nor 10, nor 11. I don’t like taking the wrap for everyone above me and below me. It’s kind of like being stuck in that soft spot in the middle of old mattresses. Everything just kind of rolls to me.
But my bosses who read this are wonderful people who deserve everything they have and, rest assured, I’m doing this at home on my own time. Definitely not billing for this. Definitely.
But yeah, better than turning tricks.

The only pluses about my job (admin) is that it pays me enough money so that i don’t have to not have to be a crack whore, or a stripper. That, and i get free lunch on thursdays courtesy of the company.
Besides those two reasons, (oh! and free internet) i am considering getting a tattoo on my face so i will be guaranteed to never have an 8 to 5 ever again.

Money is nice. Eight to Five is not.
Recognition for good work is nice. Being blamed for shit is not.
Having a cool career is nice. Being stuck in a bad job is not.
Awesome coworkers are nice. Snotty, arrogant coworkers are not.
And so on and so on.
One thing that makes it all good: knowing that, because of work, I can do the things I love to do on my days off!

So we all do it. Weather it is out of necassity or because we actually enoy it. In this modern day, image obessed, income equals status society, it is unavoidable. None the less I am not the biggest fan of it. I do enjoy my work, but I do to much of it. 60 hours a weak of my job is enough to make any one go mad. My knees hurts, my back is sore and damn it my brain is going to mush. Yet I fight through it all. Why? you may ask. It does bring me joy, I am not going to lie to you. It keeps me out of trouble. And dammit I like to have money so I can eat drink and buy what ever I want.
None the less, I do feal it is kind of overated. How many great events and going on’s to I miss do to my job, well just about everything fun under the sun. Who’s kidding who, when was the last time there was a pimpin’ good time to be had on a sunday night. The equivilant to every body else saturday. I can’t think of one, maybe sterns grove, but that is during the day. Oh yeah overated. We are at an age where we now realize how hard life can be, and have seen how jaded people become from the work they do. How it can ruin marriages, relationships to ones kids (which I have neither). So why do we still do it I ask you? Is it because we are expected to, by our parents and peers? Or just because it is what people do to get ahead? What does that mean any way, to get ahead? Ahead of who, why can’t we all end in a nice relaxing tie and kick back and have a beer to celebrate, or even better a 1997 Halan estates meritage. Oh yeah the later cost almost 900 dollars a bottle, and we can’t have that unless we work. What a circle of misguidance this whole review has been.
In conclusion, I work so I can have nice things, but I would rather just have nice things and a wind fall of a shit ton of cash so we can all have nice things on my tab.