Hey Keep On,
I have worked for the past 42 years (48 if you count Saturday jobs). I worked to feed me plus my children. That is the only reason I have ever worked. I've never enjoyed my work. I would have loved to be in a job I enjoyed but never could be bothered (or afford or had the drive) to gain the skills necessary for a job I would enjoy (actually, I still haven't figured out what I want to do when I grow up). However, since I have to spend one-third of each working day working, I figure I might as well make the best job I can of it and enjoy those aspects I do enjoy, enjoy the challenge of my little bits of problem solving and the satisfaction of finishing a (mundane) task, and not moan.
I could quit work now. In fact I think I will. I'm a bit scared of not getting the daily crack and colleague-banter, but I have to assume I'll get a new (unemployed) life, new interests, new friends and new crack. So upwards and onwards. I've never done a Munro and apparently there are hundreds out there.
You do have to admit there are often social aspects to working, not just the dosh.
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