WORK

Work
Work seems like quite a trivial thing to me, almost comic in its enivitable disaster. We all strive to find work, and it’s the most important thing, we have all been terribly excited at the prospect of starting a new job when we have no money and then one hour into that shift, you are all ready beginning to get the loathing sweats whilst the never ending story develops at a pace faster then a pair of HUMAN hand should work. Im not suggesting animals have hands, or that they should work. Maybe machines should take our place, but then we would have no work.
Work is entertainment, purpose, productivity, progression. Work is also a time vat, depression and oppression.
I have had the privilege in my last four years away from home having many “works”.
Lawn Mower
House Cleaner
Sales Person
Sales Person
Waiter
Machine Operator
Postman
Potwasher
Food Runner
Glass Collector
Waiter and Dishwasher
Painter
Removal Man
Wine Bottle Washer
Construction Labourer
Stock Room Manager
Glass Collector
Cook
Sign Holder
Promotions Person
Car Driver
Snow Mover
Sales Person
Trainee Chef
Chef?
Substitute Nursery School Teacher

INSANITY. I like music, painting, writing. Im good at thinking. Problem Solving (clearly not my own problems). Computer Fixing. Lying. Talking
A short paragraph will follow on this chronological disaster ,if I keep up the motivation, on each one of these chosen vocations. Maybe it will solve my life. Realization and all that.