I’ve had many, many meaningless jobs over the years and recently married and had a son realitivly late in life. Well, I’m almost 40 now, and since getting married and having a child, I realize what an incredible waste my time has been up to now. It has dawned on me that life is not what you do to earn money to pay rent, eat, whatever. Time spent advancing someone else’s objectives seems like a waste to me. Every company I have ever worked for has gone on or folded dispite my having ever have been there. Sure, I made contributions while I was there, but they don’t miss me and I don’t miss them. In the long run, it just doesn’t matter.
Half my life is over. Every day I spend away from my wife and son is a day I will regret on my death-bed. I will never get time back, no matter how well I spend it. I could cure AIDS, and the time I spend doing it would be time I don’t get to spend with those I care about. Selfish? You bet. We each get 1 ticket to ride this rollercoaster, then you get kicked out of the park.
My boss, a very cool dude, spends so much time at the office, I’m surprised his kids even recognize him. I don’t know what his motivations are for the hours he puts in. I don’t think its income, because a guy with his skills could earn more doing other things. He obviously gets some satisfaction, or he wouldn’t do it. But 50 years from now, who cares what happened in this company? What memorys will our children have of us?
Me? I cut my hours, and my pay. I only come to town 4 days, from 8-5. I make special efforts (and it is hard, because I really am selfsh and like to do all my own shit) to spend that day I no longer work with my son, which also allows my wife a day to herself or we do things as a family. Its kinda nice.
My biggest fear is that someday my kid will end up in a meaninless job. I will do whatever it takes to prevent this. My wife and I plan to encourage him in other pursuits (her: music, art, theater me: sports, music, entrapaneural endeavors) in hopes that he never has to fill out a “job application” ever. He’s on the right path so far. The house is littered with musical instruments, art supplies, sporting equipment (started skiing at 16 months!) and cars he can drive. He seems very interested in all of them.
I seems to me that “Artists” (this could be writers, actors, painters, musicians, whatever), professional athletes and such are the only ones who really get to do what they enjoy and make a living. I wouldn’t consider them “time wasters”. But the guy who sits behind a desk for 40 years and gets a gold watch? Man, what a waste. 
Eh, what do I know? I’m just an old, lazy, selfish slacker. I could be wrong. I usually am. 
Overheard in the public restroom: “That’ll leave a skidmark all the way to the treatment plant!”