One thing I’ve noticed throughout the years, is the fact that we are all programmed to walk this 8 hour a day walk, then relax for a few moments and finally sleep.
When we are children we go to school, roughly 8 hours a day, then we go home do homework, eat, maybe watch a little television or play for a little while, then it’s shower or bath time and finally we go to bed to repeat the cycle the next day. This goes on for at least 12 to 16 years depending on if you go to college or not.
Now as an adult, with that lovely piece of paper that I paid a lot of money for, I am repeating the same pattern from childhood, only this time I’m being paid to do so. It’s an interesting thing to note, simply because two days rest is not enough. It’s not really rest for me.
I wake up so early on the weekdays that on Saturday my body forces me to get up early too. Then there’s household chores, grocery shopping, and a plethora of other things to be done that couldn’t be done during the week due to work schedules and conflicts that go with that. (traffic, etc) It’s a sad thing to note that for whatever reasons, this is going to be a pattern for a lot of us for the rest of our lives. At least until we retire, or work at Wal*Mart with the rest of the old folks that get jobs greeting people for 8 hours a day, holding on to one more day because a life spent at home is a life that is waiting to cease.
Everytime I feel like I’m too tired to go to work, I dream about the days at the counter. Being a counter jockey had it’s hardships, but those sometimes outweigh the pressure of fixing things, updating programming languages, and other nonsense that I have learned in my long winded experiences at school, and work. I love computers, and I’m a nerd, but without movie buffs around me, or at least the sense of accomplishment at the end of the day, I feel that this life of ours (the working life) is not fulfilling at all.
Religion steps in for a lot of us, and we become what we believe, but only on paper.
I miss being a clerk, but I don’t miss the paychecks. I like the paychecks now, although they aren’t what I wish them to be, they pay the bills and keep me above water for now, but the tide is rising, and I just wish to go back to the days where I opened the video store, and not worried about the mundane world around me, but rather dove into another set of movies and processes that I was used to.
Am I the only one? Do I lament the Video Store for no reason?
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I guess the question you’re asking here is “Why do the pre-paper days look so good now, when I used to pray to get to the point where I had the paper?”
I can’t answer that; only you can.
Good luck.
I worked in a video store as my first job actually, but i barely have any recollection of what it was except for a couple of funny stories and the general sense that I was happy in there. It was almost like a little club, I knew more about movies than the customers and got to see advance videos (big deal back then before the internet).
There’s no way I could imagine going back to customer service any longer, I spent many a year in those day jobs (well some of them were night jobs) and I’ve pretty much had enough for a lifetime! So despite the tiredness and the stress etc I try and focus on managing the time I have (or what little) often not very well
I definitely love the video where it points out that it was validating the year 1991 on the computer. I miss the days of going to school, then karate, piano, kumon math, homework and the occasional, “I hope that I don’t get picked last,” syndrome.
Now, I just sit in front of 6 CRTs with 2 CF34-3B1 Turbojet Engines flying ungrateful people around. I’m kidding about the ungrateful, but seriously, some are really just all about “ME, ME, ME!”
I wish that sometimes I could just go back…way back… =)
I really like this new template…
Anyway, basically, no. You’re not the only one.
I feel so tired these days, the world is just dazed and confused to me. Or maybe it’s just the cold getting to my head.
Wow, what a wonderful life.
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