Thursday, December 15, 2005

thursday thoughts

Question: is work someplace they have to pay you to go, or is it an important piece of your identity?

Here in white-collar America, it's pretty unfashionable to work 9 to 5, go home, and not think about the office until you drag yourself out of bed the next morning. No, indeed. My peers are passionate about their non-profit advocacy jobs (this being D.C.) or intense in their ambition to climb to the top of the finance heap. I don't have a problem with this, not really, although I wonder how they're going to fit in children a few years down the line.

At this point in my life, they most definitely have to pay me to go to work. I leave the moment I can, take nothing home with me, and yearn for the weekend Monday to Friday. That being said, I don't hate my job. It's fine. It leaves me with the mental space for my "real" life.

There's more than one way to skin a cat, after all.

1 comment:

Danielle said...

Ah, I am torn. because i love my job. i am here for like 10 hours every day with no lunch break. I do work when i get home, i talk about work on the phone to people who i don't work with, I write about work when i'm posting in LJ, and my aspirations and ideas and dreams are about work. i.e. writing, papers, books. I think I've given up on poetry, by the way, and very quickly my life has come to revolve around and be filled with nothing but work. It is now my identity - because maybe i was searching for an identity, maybe i need an identity that comes from outside myself, that i can feel confident about...
don't know where i'm going with this.
except to say,
sometimes i wish that i could have a 9-5, M-F job, where lunch hours were the norm and the work was managable within those hours. I wish i could have that - sometimes.

frankly, i don't know what i really truly want.

::sigh::

i'm working 60-80 hour weeks and not even thinking about anything else, but i feel really happy. wonder if this is some sort of avoidance. hrm.