Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Work?

I wonder what would it be like to head to work like Ayn Rand? With the expectation of approaching excellence and service to fellow man? To be creative?  To contribute to solutions and not problems? To have knowledge and discipline reap rewards?
I head to work expecting the venom and vitriol of 20 to 30 people I have never met.  Two to three hundred  people will trudge through picking up medicine...most grumbling demanding everything cheaper and faster.  A life may be saved but not without riling explosive egos and long thankless phone calls.
Special complaints occur around lunch preparing people for the 1/2 hour mandated lunch break in  an 11 hour shift.  There are no chairs.
What would it be like to have time to eat a meal?  With people? With conversation?
Then it takes days for me to recuperate.  To rehumanize.
Were I to actually save a dollar what would it be good for?  Put it in a bank that will use it to finance more corporate madness? Too big to fail? Work more to get to a higher tax bracket to pay for more war? Pay for more new legislation contributing to the enslavement of humanity?
No wonder I can not get out of bed.