I Pit the Work Ethic

Between what lines are you seeing that?

You have all the right in the world to cope with your problems…or not cope with them. And if you never work a day in your life, you have that right as well. But we have the right to judge you, especially when you throw it up in our face all beligerantly. You do NOT have the right to escape the same kind of judgement and social criticism that we’re all subjected to. Expecting otherwise is expecting special treatment.

There are no right or wrong feelings (I’ve learned this through therapy). If you feel pain, no one can tell you you’re wrong to feel that way. But expecting the world to cater to your feelings, or to understand your feelings in any extra-sensitive way, IS a character flaw because you’re giving yourself more importance than you actually deserve.

Just as none of us know how serious your problems are, you don’t know how serious other people’s problems are. When I’m feeling really bad, it helps to imagine that everyone else around me is coping with worse problems and that they, like me, are just staying quiet about it. Not only does this keep me from feeling sorry for myself and complain too much about my difficulties, but it also compels me not to surrender to the pain. I suppose one day it might get to be too much to handle, but I’m not going to sit around and wait for that day to come.

That’s not to say you aren’t right, though. Some people don’t get it. One woman I worked with declared that no one living in America had the right to be depressed, and I wanted to yell at her, “Let’s see how happy you are with kooky voices echoing in your head all day long!” I cope with jackasses like her by telling myself that, at least in that instance, I’m a wiser, more compassionate person.

Including that your parents may not always be there to foot the bill.

Based upon many of the other posts in this thread, I know I’m not alone in asking this. Just what is it that you fear is so bad about “delaying rewards,” “the price of getting there” etc. From your posts, you seem to think that work is some sort of Dante’s Inferno containing levels of hell, but no good.

Have you worked? If so, where and for how long? You’re 40something? How many years of your adult life have you worked? Where are you getting this unrealistic fearful view of the workaday world?

Sometimes it’s one, sometimes it’s the other and sometimes it’s both. So what? These stages of work and getting to a certain point in one’s career aren’t torture you know. I’ve worked in some jobs that had some pretty unpleasant aspects (I mentioned McDonald’s earlier). In my POV, food service is THE most unpleasant job a person can have, I only “resort” to it as an interim job. But I’m not the person with the only viewpoint in this area. Some people do it as a lifelong career and love it and are good at it.

But even though I disliked it, it wasn’t as if the whole time I worked at a restaurant or service industry job was some sort of torture where I was being whipped and chained or something. There were fun times, laughs, silliness, and even a measure of satisfaction.

They who? Again, where ARE you getting all this horror stricken melodrama about how bad work is? In most careers, no matter which industry, within the stages of a person’s progress are times of fun where the stage is “great!” and times of suckiness where the stage is a trial.

Another poster asked this some time ago, and I haven’t seen you answer. What do you think our ancestors did? You know, before “careers” and “jobs” and all that silliness. Ya think your fellow caveguys would just understand that you have emotional/mental issues that prevent fulltime work, or do you really think they’d kick your ass out of the cave and either MAKE you go mammoth hunting with them, or simply withhold your share of mammoth?

[quote}Is this just a contradiction you have to accept - or something you need to kmnow intuitively - to be considered a person of “character”?[/QUOTE]
What contradiction? I think you’re trying to make this waaaaaaaaaaaay to complicated. Further, why do you care? If you’ve got yourself all set up and taken care of, why do you even care who works, at what, and why?

Are you trying to make yourself feel better about not working by making up all sorts of horror stories (such as it’s SOOOOO mean and “soul destroying”), or are you trying to get yourself brave enough to maybe try it and you’re trying to make sure no big bad workmonsters are out there first?

The only person here who is a blowhard or who, for that matter, needs your ‘pro tip’, is the originator of this thread.

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I wish I could totally accept that. I see, between the lines, that because it happens to all of us, we have no right to try to cope with it.

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bolding mine. You keep saying this, where did you get this idea? Those of us that work cope with all sorts of work situations in all sorts of different ways. There’s no Big Brother out there on hidden camera making sure we don’t talk back.

Ummm. No. And for the zillionth time, where did you get this idea?

Told by “people who don’t believe in it”. Well, there is your first problem. Some don’t think there is any such thing. The second problem is that it HAS been ridiculously over-diagnosed. The third is that “some people” seem to think that it’s existence means that the person is then completely incapable. BTW, both my daughter and mom suffer from it. Both managed to work, my mom retired from a Muni job and my daughter is the wife of a US Soldier and a hairstylist (way too hard of a job in my book, poor feet!).

Yes, we’re allowed to “account for degree”. When don’t we? If anything today’s society makes too MANY exceptions and concessions for both real AND imagined disabilities.

Quoted for truth.

Doug, I guarantee you that right now that there are people within ten miles of you that have conditions far, far worse than yours. You probably even know several of them.

Doug, It really sounds like you would benefit from travelling out in the world, and seeing how most people live. Have you travelled, and if so, what are your impressions of the world outside the US. When I was young, I took all the money I could earn from “dayjobs”, and travelled as far as I could with that. It was very freeing at that age, and, if I had Family money, wow, I could have travelled farther .

That travelling while young was everything in opening my eyes to how the world lives., and comparing how life in the US is. But, a decade later, it took travelling within the US and living in Mississippi to realign my appreciation of hard work as a bellweather of what has built this country; hearing people tell how really damn hard that was, and what a struggle it was. I have never bitched about my life since hearing those true stories. Zipped my mouth after hearing that shit.

Maybe you need some context. I had some stories to offer, but, heard this on NPR today, and it says volumes:Pullman Porters

Really hear that, Doug, and realize, compared to that sort of tremendous adversity, you have a well leg up in life.

I sometimes get sad because I feel like I’m doing a job thats not ideal for me, while lots of my friends seem to be living their dreams (though of course many of them live at home), but I realize too that the grass is always greener on the other side. I like my job, but I work to further my own personal interests. I also know that I need to support myself because while my parents are middle class, they really won’t have that much money to support me with when they pass on.

I like work. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I had complete free time. I get scared sometimes thinking about what I’m going to do with my summer holidays. I hate doing nothing.

Man, get out of the house and do SOMETHING. It builds you’re sense of identity and worth. Trust me…I did not know anything about teaching instrumental music when I began my job, but I worked my ass off and like to think I know what I’m doing now. I still feel behind my peers, but at least I know I am getting better at my work.

Unfortunately, the human brain is just wired to make you feel bad when you’re not productive. I know that I start to feel crappy after a few days where I don’t accomplish things (e.g. long vacations and stuff). You need to “work”* to enjoy leisure, and you need leisure to recharge yourself for “work”*.

Volunteer. You can avoid most of the stresses of work, but still be able to feel like you’re accomplishing something with your life.

*“work” here could also mean volunteering or otherwise helping people.

It’s funny that Doug has not once responded to the suggestion that he volunteer. Doug, how about it? Or are volunteers also witless drones being exploited by the Man, and so the idea is also a most unworthy one for Yourself?

Yes, volunteer. I planned to mention that at some point, maybe I did. Because that way you can ensure fulfillment and happiness in your endeavors (Mostly. It still sucks to stuff envelopes, but if you think about why you’re doing it, at least you can still feel productive). Volunteer work is like the anti-job! Most social programs, museums, and political campaigns desperately need volunteers, so I can’t imagine you’d get turned away as you routinely do in the working world. Also, there is no getting chewed out by your boss for tardiness, or not working enough hours, or anything (other than gross misconduct). You can show up to your favorite museum and say, “I’d like to volunteer, but I will only be available Friday morning and Tuesday afternoon” and they’ll say, “Great! We’ve got envelopes to stuff and books in the gift shop to shelve and this and that and are you any good with computers? We have blah blah blah blah blah.”

Seriously.

And I wanted to add to another poster’s point that we’re wired to feel bad if we’re unproductive. It’s true. Think about small children (if you don’t have any direct experience with them, think about TV and movies). How often does a 5 year old say “Look what I can do!” or “I made this all by myself”? All the freakin’ time, because even at that young age, they have already learned that autonomy and productivity are commendable.

Productivity, of course, is all relative. My grandmother never “worked” a day in her life, but she raised 4 children and managed a household on her own. Or consider a volunteer at the museum I worked at. She was in her 70s and still very active, and on top of volunteering with us 4 days a week she took a group of housebound, elderly ladies out to lunch and to do their shopping once a week. That may not be productivity in economic terms, but it’s still worthwhile to the lives affected by it.

Dude, volunteers are witless drones who aren’t even getting paid thirty pieces of silver for their souls!

There is another side to it too, one that appeals to me in a more relevant way. Call it pride, call it arrogance. I like being able to take care of myself, by myself. I like the self sufficiency and the freedom it gives (yes, it does in its own way). I’m not “beholden” to anyone, I don’t really have to depend on anyone for my survival, and I can say I did somthing for myself. I did it myself. I handled it myself. I bought it with my own money, I have a roof over my head, food (good food) on the table, and it’s mine because I did it myself. Etc.

If, as Malthus says, nobody cares, that’s OK because I already took care of it. I’m OK. I don’t really care that they don’t care, because my needs are covered.

That can be very liberating.

Well yes, I like money too

Yup, pride in self-sufficiency is a major motivator.

The other side of that coin is, when you really are sick, STAY HOME! Don’t infect the rest of us.

Yes, good point. Unfortunately what happens is that one normally doesn’t realize the extent of their illness until they’ve already gotten into the office and worked for awhile.

At least that’s what happens to me. About 11am I’m all of a sudden overcome and realize, “oh hey, I’m about to pass out” and go home, but of course by then I’ve already spread the wealth. :smiley:

Or the assholes who insist on coming in anyways, because they don’t give a shit and can’t BEAR to miss a day of work. When I was in college and working at KrapMart, we had a girl who came in PUKING, and couldn’t go home because she relied on the bus. So she had to lay down in the back room.

Fortunately, I don’t miss a lot of work (this fall and winter being an exception)