I just got off the phone with my father (no, that’s not what the philosopher said, but I need to give you the background first); he was dreading going into work. For the past year or so he has been working as a consultant, and commuting from home to the office by plane every week. This is quite strenuous for a man who built his whole life, did all the right things, then lost his retirement fund through no fault of his own, and now is facing the need to make money to survive in his golden years.
He confided in me that things at work have gotten tough. He’s at odds with his boss, and apparently they have had very sour exchanges. It’s simply not a pleasant environment to fly to every week, and to be away from your wife and family for. I told him I was also dissatisfied, and so was my sister Monica Geller at the moment. As he always does, he went ahead and reminded me of something my uncle said once. As the story goes, my aunt was complaining about the fact that she had to get up at 5am, then go to work and deal with issues, frustrating people and unbearable situations, and how she was fed up with it. My uncle, in his limited, yet surprising, wisdom, responded “that’s what we call WORK.” Ever since then, my father has called him a philosopher. Granted, my uncle is not from Andalucía, but they are all from Spain on my mother’s side, and my father just gets a kick out of the misnomer. My father quotes my uncle every time I complain about work (which is really annoying… but so true).
In conclusion, WORK is supposed to be WORK. It’s not meant to be fun. If it was fun, it would be called FUN. “I’m going to have FUN today, and have the time of my life!” << that's not exactly how must of us would describe our jobs, is it? Ohh, but we so wish we did.
I hope your days are going well. Enjoy WORK.
ina