Busy Earnin’

As I wrap my second week of full-time employment, I find myself grateful that despite the workload I endured over the preceding 5 days…I still get to come home on a Friday night and c h i l l (and chill we shall — MASSIVE Nor’easter predicted for southern CT tomorrow).  There was a time when instead of relaxing, I would be gearing up to go count beans in some corporate bigbox, late laaate into the nightly hours on the weekend.  And there was a time before that, when Fridays were essentially indistinguishable from any other day of any other week…they all pretty much started and ended with me using, so what was the difference?

This degree of consistency/routine is a welcome change.  I’ve always prided myself in ‘going against the grain,’ but following a pattern does not automatically dictate that you are somehow a ‘sheep’ for doing so.  What was sheep-like was drinking as though it was the only chase that ever would, or could, matter.  #Baaa.  Takes a damn wolf to snap from that flock of bloated, meandering sheep.


On my walk home I was thinking about how this past week required that I log well over 40 hours to get the job done.  Letting my mind wander led me to thoughts on members of the nation’s workforce who regularly run double that — 80 hours a week.  There are certainly (and perhaps sadly – why?) people who need to punch that volume of the clock, just to get by.  But there are also those who push to that level voluntarily (and/or because upward career advancement, in our society, dictates it).  What would motivate me to work TWICE as many hours as I do now?  If it was the only way I could provide survival necessities for myself, or my family – yes, I could, and would do that.  What else, though?  Double my hours — double my salary?  No.  I don’t think earning twice the money I do, would be worth piling two weeks of office time where I was previously only on one.

Not at this point in my “young professional” career, anyway.  Oh, and that’s saying nothing of definitive links between spending above a certain amount of weekly hours at work and excessive alcohol consumption.  It is literally in the best interest of my health to maintain a cap on the timeframe I can safely commit to my livelihood.  Watching Anthony Bourdain cart around Spain the other night like a boss on his CNN series Parts Unknown reminded me of a social concept that I had forgotten about, that had always appealed to me: the siesta.  I am a man who enjoys rich meals, late nights, and casual naps.  A residency in a vibrant Latin American community may well be in the cards for future migratory projection.

But, for now, I be humbly grateful for what I do have.  It may not be mid-day naps, but it’s a damn sight better than all-day blackouts.  Looking forward to discovering more insight into who I am as an individual with potential in this new, upcoming year of stability and sobriety.



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