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In hubris we think we have done something - we may pat ourselves on the back and modestly say, ' it was nothing'. We march away.
Just don't forget the little people, standing behind, holding you up. Their faces are dark and indistict. Their names are forgotten. They do not speak. These are the selfless who guided us on our quests. They gave what they had and we took the rest.
Paul Thagard in Hot Thought; "What Makes Life Worth Living? Love, work, and play"; published on February 25, 2010; Psychology Today writes "There are people whose lives are meaningful even though they may not be very happy, for example when struggling with a challenging job while raising a special needs child. On the other hand, happiness can be cheaply achieved by slacker serenity, a mindless bliss resulting from having minimal goals, access to drugs, or unlimited time for meditation. You can have happiness without much meaning, and meaning without much happiness; so happiness is not the meaning of life." he goes on to say, "Love, work, and play . . . three activities make life worth living.
I do not consider myself a wage slave. I have mostly like my career very much. But sometimes a company can go too far! I have enjoyed a more than thirty year PROFESSIONAL career and now some smarty lawyers in California have won some lawsuit against a major corporation and therefore my company reclassified a huge number of people to be non-exempt! SLAP. Our suspicion that the company would be happier without any employees other than upper management was already pretty well proved but now our very contribution is disdained.
I have always despised people who care so little about their work that they spend the day watching the clock and will drop work mid-sentence in order to walk out the door promptly. Now, I am being told I must become one of these people. I must account for every minute of the day in a computer log (a virtual time clock). I must take a minimum of thirty minutes away from my workstation for lunch no matter how pressing the current situation may be. I must only work eight hours a day. Albsolutely no overtime will be allowed. If I suspect I will need to do something outside the normal eight hour day my SUPERVISOR must file an alternative schedule twenty-four hours in advance, rearranging my 'at work' hours to cover the hours in which I may actually do work on that day.
I keep telling myself it is not personal. They did it to a whole class of people all over the country but I feel as if I have been kicked in the teeth or somewhere more sensitive.
Summer squash, mustard greens and the first beet I ever grew!
This is one of my least favorite cleaning chores. I really do not care for cleaning at all and mess does not disturb me. I work at work for 50 -60 hours a week and would much prefer to pay someone else to take care of those details. Mr does not care to have 'strangers' in the house so he cleans.
Why Run, in my case it would be worse than push, more like slouch the vacuum!
cool picture from "Sylvia's Writing to Freedom"
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