Work: Something that happens to other people

As I sit here to write this I realise that very soon I have to leave for work, there is a telling statement, I hate my job, but work is a must in a way that school is not. When you are at school or university the temptation to "ditch" is always there, its fun, evincing no feelings of guilt or really for me any drawback. When I was at said institutions myself I was basically able to take off whenever I wanted thanks to an awesome mother who would give me notes for school whenever I wanted, and by the very nature of university life whereby attendance is not mandatory, just strongly encouraged. Nor for me did these frequent days off have any real negative impact on my learning experience, when the subjects you are studying are the same as you read for pleasure attendance at classes becomes less important. But work is different, the temptation to stay home is still there but also present is the knowledge that you simply have to go in. The need for a job in this respect is crippling, and for me, being used to constant mental stimulation and study many parts of my job do not allow for this stimulation. This leads to a sole draining effect that I am afraid has some quite serious consequences for me, constant boredom being the most benign symptom.

So what is the effect of this? I have come the conclusion that work is entirely unacceptable to myself and I must seek an escape. Leeching off the state is simply not an option, lottery winning is one but since I refuse to play for now we shall just label that as "plan B". Nor is inheritance an option, I would rather work than see my parents die. SO that leaves becoming a trophy husband, again something I may just have an ounce too much self respect for (well maybe if she was really really rich, and didn't mind never seeing me), getting a better job, preferably one in which I am self employed, or my prefered option going back to study.

University was an ok time, I found it basically easy but it also kept me constantly stimulated, no boredom there. It also satisfied my constant hunger for knowledge, something which I search for with the fervor of an addict. If I could I think I would spend my life in university, studying many different topics. Ah sadly life is not perfect and does not give us what we want so I think spending all my life studying is not an option at the moment at least. One thing I am sure of though is that work is something for other people, not for me, I cannot seem to stand it, and am sure that until it breaks my mind and drives me into the blessed arms of insanity (an event getting closer each day) I will not be able to stand it. But as I said, I will continue to do it, it is insidious like that, we simply need to go to work, and now so do I really, so good day to you all. I hope you have a better day ahead of you than I do, mine will be boring and filled with mental anguish, at least until I get home and can stay up as late as possible to lengthen the time before I have to go back into the jaws of hell.