I was just giving Kristie the speech a last night about how seeking happiness through work is a thing society tells us to keep us in school when we're young and impressionable.
I used to "love" what I did. Then 9/11 hit and I realized that if I based my happiness upon a job, it was a one-way trip to Heartbreak Hotel because a job won't and can't love you back.
A company can throw money at you, make you feel like part of the team, but one little hiccup in the economy and a company will throw you away like eggs gone bad at the local grocery store without a second thought.
Virtually overnight, I went from "Holy cow, where do I stack all this cheddar when I become a four-year MD-88 captain?" to 50% paycut to finance Leo Mullin & Co's golden parachutes and "We'd like to furlough you to save more money, take your retirement and outsource your job, oh well. Shoulda went to HAA-VID workerbee chump".
I like my job, but if they were going to pay me the same amount
not to go to work, I'd do that instead!
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job, but I'd rather be home with my wife, or have time to get back into mountainbiking regularly or making fun of you dorks in the Lavatory.
60-70 hrs/month, groovy.
85-plus hours a month out of necessity? Catatonic nervosa.
I don't know, I'm just giving you my "rapidly approaching 40" rant
Like what you do (if you're lucky),
LOVE how you live and those around you.