Work; a 4 letter word that doesn't have to be fun.
But has to be done.
Most slackers should remember they dont have to work, they get to work.
I try to tell myself that all the time. The problem is I only went to school until 8th grade and then had all the next years completely free to do whatever until I joined the army at 20. Then a few years later, with my newly acquired skills I was off and running again..traveling the country without a real job. This went on until...of course...I hooked up with a lady love and she got pregnant...mmhmm. Fun officially over.
I had planned to spend about 2 years with them and then continue my rolling ways but lo and behold, I realized I couldn’t leave my little scamp in such hands. This was not a chick I would’ve purposefully chosen to procreate with you see. And my assessment of her was correct as she ran off Into the ether.
So there I was, a simple DJ (not really, I don’t even like music lol) with all kinds of talents and skills...none of them suited to real work. I could no longer risk my royal person each day as I had for so long, since I had his little kid that I needed to look out for.
I worked changing oil, landscaping (omfg..I already don’t like the heat but that job turned me into a hermit just about), a soup factory (again...upper 90’s with sauna like humidity and a freakin hair net on my shaved head), random helper to many different trades, welder. All these things, except for the welding position I just hated. Ugh. Work...who needs it am I right?
Luckily I was born with a high IQ. No one would ever guess I’ve got an 8th grade education...unless you try to advanced math me. I don’t even know what the symbols mean so no way I can Intuit my way through that. It took a while but I finally got an interview where I convinced someone to let me in an office job lol. It almost isn’t even a job! I talk to people and order things and make sure stuff is going well with these construction projects etc etc. it’s stressful but not “hard”. Salary and benefits and all the good stuff.
I know exactly how lucky I am to be there but all the time I’m still thinking about how this is the only one time ever I’ll get to live on the giant floating rock the hurtles through space. Will I really feel better about my time here if I work hard and subscribe to the American dream? I always planned on being gone by 30 but again...the little scamp came along
So now...a brotha is 32 and a working stiff. Do I get to work or have to work? I just don’t know. I do have 3 or 4 lifetimes worth of memories in my slightly addled brain, so I feel I did something right.
Wow...don’t mind me azb, just a subject I’ve got some feelings on hehe