Money. I know it drives the world. And I definitely want some. But why do I sit in front of a computer during the best hours of beautiful days in the name of making a salary? Why is the only way to make a living gluing yourself to a chair, facing a machine, and learning to manipulate people? Why do we hit a bunch of buttons all day and actually call it work? God made a big, beautiful world out there, and I'm stuck inside playing the game of office politics. There's more out there, I just know it.
I'll never understand why some bosses think 8 hours checking email is a better idea than an afternoon of wakeboarding once in a while. Let's work to live, not live to work.
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While I understand the concrete monster frustration, someone had to work to make the money to BUY the wakeboard and the boat and the gas to allow you to enjoy the day.....
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