JOBS

I am always looking to make more money, but I have a limited IQ and lack an entrepreneurial spirit. So that the only way I know how would be to take on more work. Yes. There are many hours in the day. And basically unlimited McDonald’s restaurants. What stops more people from “job-maxxing?” Seriously. And. Well. I realise there are various corners of the internet dedicated to this sort of thing. The “Overemployed” movement. But most of those guys are software engineers doubling the value of their time, instead of exchanging their afternoon/evening hours. Like delivering pizzas after your day job. A different level of shit. The funny thing is. When I bring this up. People will often ask: “Wow, you really need the money?” The insinuation kind of fucks me off, honestly. And maybe it’s an ego thing. Because no. I don’t. I do Okay in life. Especially as far as the current climate is concerned. But don’t you find yourself thinking you could always have more? Maybe the feeling’s something you unlock once you’ve done it before. A friend said to me: “I go to work, clock off, go home.” Or. There was more to it. I don’t remember the way he said it. But that order of things was extremely important to him. The sanctity of his spare time. And not to “start” on this particular topic. I’m not a grindset type. But it’s like. I know he goes home and just watches TV. Scrolls on his phone. He doesn’t even play video games. “Too time consuming,” he says. It’s like. Man. No. Consume your time! I mean God. The very idea of it is like sinful to him? People get so hostile. Over their right to piss time away for free. You know you can think for fun. You can be doing anything. Just keep yourself company during it. Talk to yourself in your head. So but no. Like I said. I’m not getting up anyone’s arse about “productivity.” Ah. Not really! And sorry if sounds that way. It’s just I can’t get it out of my head that many of us don’t really do anything with our time. (Certainly I don’t). And between that nothing. I fantasise about a better life. Inheritance. Redundancy. The lottery. But meaning then. What’s so precious about it? Our TIME. I find myself in bed some nights at 7:30pm. I’m bored. I might as well be working! And I don’t even really have a work ethic. I’m really actually very lazy. But then say then. Say for a fact the bills come around, rent, rates, Uber (Eats) receipts, and so on. Well why stress for second? Why stress for a dollar? The more you work, the less time you have, the less money you spend, and the more money you earn. So I figure it’s fair to say. We could all be doing more. Don’t you ever notice how Indian guys are constantly just on the go? People get annoyed about that little headpiece they wear. Well they’ve integrated their work and personal life so thoroughly. They’re never off the clock and they’ve never quite so alone. “The Subcontinent Strat.” Get me some. I tried it on with my wife. The idea. (Poor woman. I always find a way to bring her up). Well and she says: “It’s important to spend time with family.” I’m like. Seriously? I mean. Yes. I get it. But. We’re all quite resilient. And a lifetime’s a long time. I don’t know. They say you can’t get these years back. But man. There’s like 30-60 yet ahead of me. You basically know your kids until they’re 70 and you’re 100. Any time you miss I’m sure you make up for it. And what you don’t graduate the whole time from your station? The one and the same rung your whole life. Economy-wise. Like that gay movie on Netflix about the prison and the descending food tray. Don’t get me wrong. I practice gratitude. We all should. The material inflation of things. Maybe I dwell in the same middle-class my parents did, but my TV’s way bigger than theirs was. You know. I’ve got a fuck tonne of Ryobi power tools and shit. And my Dad could really only afford a mower. We’re all very lucky. But man. I want more. I said to my wife I said: “People who get ahead in life work hard for it.” She said: “No, they get better jobs.” "I said: “Well I’m not smart enough to do that.” Cause I’m more like a mule. A stupid donkey. I can go all day and night without getting tired. Put an hourly rate on that and I can keep up with some of the TOP professions. Only I’m strapped to a chair in an airconditioned longhouse. 8-hour days. 4-weeks annual leave. That’s Lil’ Homie Level Shit. “AHHHHHH I HAVE A STABLE JOB WITH BENEFITS I’M GOING INSANE!!!!!!!”