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Gold. I'd add that even people who have those "get paid to do what you love!" or "dream" jobs don't want to work, most of the time. Working, approximately meani

Gold. I'd add that even people who have those "get paid to do what you love!" or "dream" jobs don't want to work, most of the time. Working, approximately meaning doing things on any kind of schedule, is hard and I've never met anyone, no matter how passionate or talented, who wasn't just getting through it by doing the minimum, some of the time.

granshaw 4y ago
Bingo! Why aren’t more people complaining about the _schedule_ part of fulltime employment!? Work would be so much more tolerable if there wasn’t damn standup at 930 every morning
- mellavora 4y ago
  My standups are at 8:30, and we like it! You must be from $LAZY_GENERATION Think I'm going to go carve some more bits for the computer. Kids these day, get off my lawn. When I was a boy our Nintendo Was carved from an old Apple tree And we used garden hose to connect it To our steam-powered color tv. But it still beat that ancient Atari 'Cuz I almost went blind, don'tcha know, Playing Breakout and Pong on a video game Hooked up to our radio. And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse Barefoot, uphill both ways, Through blizzards in summer and winter Back in the good old days. Back when Fortran was not even Three-tran And the PC was only a toy And we did our computing by gaslight When I was a boy. When I was a boy all our networks Were for hauling in fish from the sea-- Our bawd rate was eight bits an hour (and she was worth it!), And our IP address was just 3. And you kids who complain that the World Wide Web Is too slow oughtta cut out your bitchin', 'Cuz when I was a boy every packet Was delivered by carrier pigeon And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse Barefoot, uphill both ways, Through blizzards in summer and winter Back in the good old days. Back when Fortran was not even Two-tran And the mainframe was only a toy And we did our computing by torchlight When I was a boy. When I was a boy our IS shop Built relational tables from wood, And we wrappered our data in oilcloth To preserve it the best that we could. And we carried our bits in a bucket, And our mainframe weighed 900 tons, And we programmed in ones and in zeros And sometimes we ran out of ones. And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse Barefoot, uphill both ways, Through blizzards in summer and winter Back in the good old days. Back when Fortran was not even One-tran And the abacus? Only a toy! And we did our computing in primordial darkness When I was a boy. Copyright 1997 by Frank Hayes, Firebird Arts & Music (BMI) @nostalgia filename[ WHENABOY
  - granshaw 4y ago
    XD After reading the rest of your comment I’m surprised you didn’t lead with “our stand ups are at 5am…”

granshaw 4y ago

Bingo! Why aren’t more people complaining about the _schedule_ part of fulltime employment!? Work would be so much more tolerable if there wasn’t damn standup at 930 every morning

mellavora 4y ago
My standups are at 8:30, and we like it! You must be from $LAZY_GENERATION Think I'm going to go carve some more bits for the computer. Kids these day, get off my lawn. When I was a boy our Nintendo Was carved from an old Apple tree And we used garden hose to connect it To our steam-powered color tv. But it still beat that ancient Atari 'Cuz I almost went blind, don'tcha know, Playing Breakout and Pong on a video game Hooked up to our radio. And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse Barefoot, uphill both ways, Through blizzards in summer and winter Back in the good old days. Back when Fortran was not even Three-tran And the PC was only a toy And we did our computing by gaslight When I was a boy. When I was a boy all our networks Were for hauling in fish from the sea-- Our bawd rate was eight bits an hour (and she was worth it!), And our IP address was just 3. And you kids who complain that the World Wide Web Is too slow oughtta cut out your bitchin', 'Cuz when I was a boy every packet Was delivered by carrier pigeon And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse Barefoot, uphill both ways, Through blizzards in summer and winter Back in the good old days. Back when Fortran was not even Two-tran And the mainframe was only a toy And we did our computing by torchlight When I was a boy. When I was a boy our IS shop Built relational tables from wood, And we wrappered our data in oilcloth To preserve it the best that we could. And we carried our bits in a bucket, And our mainframe weighed 900 tons, And we programmed in ones and in zeros And sometimes we ran out of ones. And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse Barefoot, uphill both ways, Through blizzards in summer and winter Back in the good old days. Back when Fortran was not even One-tran And the abacus? Only a toy! And we did our computing in primordial darkness When I was a boy. Copyright 1997 by Frank Hayes, Firebird Arts & Music (BMI) @nostalgia filename[ WHENABOY
- granshaw 4y ago
  XD After reading the rest of your comment I’m surprised you didn’t lead with “our stand ups are at 5am…”