New Job.

Edit: I now have a job at a carpet cleaning place.  It’s a temp job.  Two and half weeks to clean out some apartment complex.  I had twenty minutes for lunch today, and the job in general sucks, although it’s a little less mind numbing than working on the farm.  I’d much prefer working on many different types of jobs and rotating daily so as not to get too numbed by one job.

You’d think one would follow the words “New Job” with an exclamation point, as in, ‘yes!  I can make money again!’

I could care less about money really.  I guess, unfortunately, I and everyone else is beholden to it, whether we like it or not.  However, what matters more to me is my time and how I spend it.  Given that most of this summer I’ve spent up late and sleeping late, then working from 7-2 wouldn’t be bad.  However, this means I have to get up at 5:30 and get home at roughly 4.  I’ve lost a good portion of my sleeping time and my doing things time.

I don’t like the extra time it takes.  I certainly don’t care about cleaning carpets a whole lot.  Mostly I’m just helping out.  It’s not fun or interesting.  There’s no advancement, it’s a job with hourly pay, and I do grunt work.

Kerby mentioned that Zach mentioned (Heard it Through the Grapevine, no?) that I’ve had some odd jobs.  I was just thinking about that myself.  I have a wealth of experiences, coming from different parts of my life.  I haven’t worked normal high school things jobs like cashier or sandwich-maker.  No, I was the farmhand, the fencing coach, the carpet cleaning guy, the apartment cleaning guy.  I do value the varied experiences, but I wish I could just do them for a day, instead of working through the monotony.  Monotony is not an experience.  It happens all the time.  I’ve had quite enough for this lifetime, in all honesty.

Monotony doesn’t indicate struggle.  Struggle would be difficulty.  Having the mental stamina to overcome monotonoy is not a skill I would value.  It’s not worth it.

As such, I hope these two weeks and a day go by very fast, even if it means I’m off to college that much faster.  Why do I always end up doing the jobs that require some sort of manual labor?  Remind me not to be stupid next time.

Not that manual labor is bad, but it leaves little time for anything else in your life.  Definitely no going out, that’s for sure.

It’s almost as if it’s accepted that you’ll spend your entire life working.

Why?

Are you trying to get ahead?  Ahead to what?  I loved taking accelerated classes because they were fun and challenging.  If I had a job that were extra challengening and had extra interesting people (or heck, even regular challenging and regular interesting) I think I’d be much happier.  Life isn’t about making money and working your fingers to the bone your entire life.

At least, it shouldn’t be.  It’s not a purpose.  Is life really worth living if all you’re going to do is…clean carpets or pull weeds?

I say, no.  Why?  Why would you want to do that?  Unless, perhaps, you’re aiming to get ahead-I recognize the value now, if it’s the only job you can shake.  If you need to build the money to do the things you love, but it can’t take your whole life.  60 seems too late.  I think at 18 we should be making differences in the world, then, as we grow old, we can get comfortable.

Sometimes I envy the revolution leaders, the boy-and-girl geniuses, the savants, the protegés, the shakers, the people who move on quickly.  They don’t spend their whole lives in one little town in one little state of one little country in one little world in one little solar system in one little galaxy in the whole wide universe.

Life is like that.  But it shouldn’t be.  The norms need to be broken.

Shave.

I’ve been meaning to do it for several hours now.  But each moment seems much better spent on things other than shaving.  I mean, come on.

Post.

Well, right now I’m managing both my blogs between watching a pair of movies: Pitch Dark and Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix.  It seems like every summer I end up having a little Harry Potter kick, mostly because I’m trying to escape the rest of the world temporarily.  It’s something to think about, especially during long hours at the farm or now at the carpet place.

Anyway, I also need to be sleeping because I’ll have to be up at 5:30am to get ready and drop Caleb off before I got to work, bleh.  But!  Given that I have a minimal amount of time around to live my life anyway, heck with sleep.  As the saying goes, “there’ll be time enough for sleep when you’re dead,”  It’s not wrong.  But it sucks that you should have to work all day then give up sleep to do the things you really love.  Why not just go straight to the things you really love?  Is it worth it to work all your life and end up with nothing?  Seems like there’s got to be another way.  That, or, make your work your passion.  Too often this doesn’t work out.

I don’t want my days to suck a lot so that I just come home and crash, veg, generally not live a real life.  What’s a life worth if all you do is hate it?

That’s how I feel about working.  Even temp work.  It’d better be something you love, a lot, if you’re going to spend 8 hours a day, 5 days a week doing it.

I feel like it’s been work, blog, read, play with technology, read, blog, work, repeat.  Lots of blogging.

Not that blogging is bad, but it’s a poor substitute for real life.

I have five posts that I’m in the middle of right now, another tab open for my blog, and OotP running on my second monitor.  And I still need to set my alarm, put some pajamas on, and go to bed.  In the morning I’ll have to make my lunch too.  Lame.

Ah, well.  Back to work.  At least, the work I love.