Gotta go back to work tomorrow after an extended moving vacation. Back to getting up at 6 am, getting home around 6 pm. Blech.
A couple months ago, they instituted this time sheet thang. We log our hours, and twiddle down at a presupposed number we have to work a year. It's roughly 2000 hours. Think about that for a minute. 2000 hours spent in an office under yellow fluorescent lights, computers humming, phones ringing, people talking louder than necessary every year.
Now take into account travel time, roughly 45 minutes a day, there and back, plus time to get ready to go there, including showering, shaving and eating (forget about taking a shit, there's no time), and you got another 700 or so a year. Now through in the short meal breaks ya take at work so you can keep working, and you get another 120.
Then there's the extra hours ya spend working on stuff outside of the office for work, and you end up with a grand total of, like 3000 hours of your life spent working, each and every year, in a place you don't really like, doing work that leaves ya pretty well running on neutral.
3000 hours out of a possible 8735 and change. Of course you spend another 2900 or so asleep. Leaving ya with a grand total of roughly 2835 to do all those other things that actually make life worth living.
Doesn't seem like enough if ya ask me. But ya didn't.
It's not the love of the work that keeps me going, it's the fear of the debt I'm in.
Edited: for rough concept of clarity and sense.
A couple months ago, they instituted this time sheet thang. We log our hours, and twiddle down at a presupposed number we have to work a year. It's roughly 2000 hours. Think about that for a minute. 2000 hours spent in an office under yellow fluorescent lights, computers humming, phones ringing, people talking louder than necessary every year.
Now take into account travel time, roughly 45 minutes a day, there and back, plus time to get ready to go there, including showering, shaving and eating (forget about taking a shit, there's no time), and you got another 700 or so a year. Now through in the short meal breaks ya take at work so you can keep working, and you get another 120.
Then there's the extra hours ya spend working on stuff outside of the office for work, and you end up with a grand total of, like 3000 hours of your life spent working, each and every year, in a place you don't really like, doing work that leaves ya pretty well running on neutral.
3000 hours out of a possible 8735 and change. Of course you spend another 2900 or so asleep. Leaving ya with a grand total of roughly 2835 to do all those other things that actually make life worth living.
Doesn't seem like enough if ya ask me. But ya didn't.
It's not the love of the work that keeps me going, it's the fear of the debt I'm in.
Edited: for rough concept of clarity and sense.