seems like there are days when life is just about work. Of course, work gives you dough to buy bread and that isn't all too bad, but bearing in mind that I have simple needs, how much dough do i actually need anyway?
I do enjoy work, however - not because of the financial power it provides, but because it allows me a chance to do something which i really enjoy: the act of creation, resolving issues and interaction with other (somewhat) like-minded people. We lab rats hang together. ;)
am approaching somewhat a confused mix of emotions: on one hand, i am sick of a life in which only work brings any meaning, I am reluctant to trade my current job for a lesser job. I fail to see how the introduction of boredom would help make me happier..
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