After 26 years of living, I think I have figured out the meaning of life, and it is not pretty. The meaning of life is . . .
Work.
I’ve been trying to deny it for some time now, but I really think that, unfortunately, work is the meaning of life. We work to make money, because we need to make money to survive. We complain when we have to work, but then we can’t stand being unemployed because we are poor. And bored. Yet when we work, we complain because it’s stressful and unfulfilling. Or maybe that’s just me.
My work title should actually be changed to “slave” because that is essentially what I am. I am a slave to my clients, and they are a slave to their bosses. It’s a sick, sick cycle. I’ve listened to my supervisors give “pep talks” to me and my colleagues about how we go to work to serve our clients and I honestly think they believe this horseshit. I wonder what drugs they are taking in the morning to actually be able to stand up there with a straight face and spew that shit, because I want some!
I mean, honestly, what the hell is fun about working from 6 a.m. - 7 p.m. to serve your clients? Is it the premature grey hair it gives you? The suicidal thoughts it leads to? No, I know, it must be all the appreciation we get from NO ONE for busting our butts all day. Call me crazy, but at the end of a 13-hour work day, I am not so much left with a feeling of satisfaction, as I am with a feeling of exhaustion and relief. I am also left with the feeling of anger that causes me to give death stares to anyone, and I mean anyone, no man, woman or child spared, who has the misfortune of crossing my path. Now I understand why people become alcoholics.
Yea, I realize this all might be a bit pessimistic, and I may be chanenling my inner Debbie Downer, but you wouldn’t exactly be Suzy Sushine either if you had to wake up at 4 a.m. two days in a row for work. SO STOP JUDGING ME!
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February 26th, 2009 at 10:55 pm
was professor good the guest blogger for this one?
February 27th, 2009 at 7:40 am
HAHAHA o nooooooooooooooo!!!! Did I really sounds like him? That’s my worst nightmare ever.
February 27th, 2009 at 10:04 am
Ugh. No fun. Last year I was at work finishing a deadline until 4am. FOUR A.M. Then they were nice enough to let me come in a little late the next morning. Like at 10. Are you f-ing kidding me? I was not happy that week. Not happy at all.
March 24th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
Maybe you should work to help others. it sounds corny but I don’t know anyone that hates their job when they actually make a positive impact for others. If you work just to make money then I agree, it is a sad existence. Then again, this website is titled “self absorbed”
March 25th, 2009 at 8:28 am
Good point, Larry, but I tried working to help others when I did some volunteer work and it did NOT go well. You can check out the gruesome details here - http://www.selfabsorbed.me/misadventures-in-volunteering/ - and you’ll understand why I’m kinda scarred for life when it comes to “helping others”
May 2nd, 2009 at 12:32 pm
What is the real meaning of life? In a lot of cases, people never find the answers to the questions they do have. People that cant find their life purpose are the ones that arent really seeing life for what it is