When I was young, I my bosses were all men in my parent’s generation. They hated nearly from the moment they met me and they fired me endlessly.
They were workaholics and their attitude was that I was lazy. I’m not lazy. I work, dammit! I work a lot, too. There were times when I was working two or maybe even three different jobs. I’ve worked 50, 60, and even 70 hour weeks. It wasn’t fun but I did it.
I’m not lazy but I’m not a hyperactive monkey.Ive never met the proverbial lazy worker. I’ve met some workers who didn’t seem to work very much but I’ve never met a worker who worked hard all the time but seemed to be working too slowly. The very idea seems odd to me. I’m not wired to see hyperactivity as a normal state anywhere.
I was never at public service jobs where “hustling” was mandatory. Anyway that was a typical complaint: “You don’t hustle!” I just have a slower pace of life. There’s Type A and there’s Type B. And then there’s me. Type Z. I simply have a very relaxed style of living.
Even when I am working, even working hard, I feel relaxed and casual. People even said, “Even when you’re working hard you don’t look like you are working!” It’s been acknowledged that I work just as hard as anyone else. I worked for a legal coding company once and they told me that out of 80 people, there was only one person, a woman, who was coding faster and more accurately than I was. It’s always been this way. So I’m not Mr. So-Mo. I just look like I am, ha ha!
I do all my work. I guess I could work at breakneck speed, but that’s rarely a good idea, and I don’t take jobs like that anyway. Most work, believe it or not, does not have to be done at breakneck speed.
What’s the hurry? In the future you are going to die. That’s about all that’s going to happen. That’s what you have to look forward to. So hurry up and die? How bout, like me, take your sweet time, stop and smell the flowers for a bit, and then die? How bout that?
I come in on time or even early, I don’t take excessive breaks or lunches, I often stay late, I’m responsible, I do all my work, and I don’t think I’m lazy. Lazy means you don’t work. Lazy doesn’t mean “more relaxed work style that’s not cooking a heart attack or a stroke.” Anyway if you think I’m lazy because I prefer to cherish life rather than have a heart attack at 50, be my guest. You’re certainly in the American mainstream.
This is the down side of Protestant masochistic work ethic. Life is supposed to suck, almost all the time. Then you cut loose on the weekend or for a couple of weeks a year and let it all rip loose. That’s a Hell of a lousy way to live your life, that’s all I’ve got to say.
You only go around once. You want to spent almost all of your waking life in working misery and drudgery, with no time off? You get to the end of your life and soon you will be dead. You look back on your life and all you see is misery, drudgery, pain, endless work, no fun ever, and masochistic overwork, no fun ever until you die except for those brief periods when you cut loose.Your life has been an endless drag with a few rare periods where you ripped loose and let it all hang out. A life worth living? Why?
Why this masochism must be a White value is beyond me. Really? Masochism is a White value? Since when?