What do I do exactly?

Originally posted elsewhere on

March 12, 2009

There is a direct correlation between my state of mind and my proximity to the weekend.  I think this must be indicative of the difficulty I have with my job.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy to be employed and I love the company.  However, there were some things that I seem to have overlooked in my assessment of the position.

First of all, this position does nothing to alter the state of the world.  Try as I might, practical import is not part of my job description.  Companies paying me to tinker around with the withered branches of the labor market amounts to little more than economic masturbation.

Secondly, the position is morally unrewarding.  No good comes from my work.  In the world of societal improvements, I might as well spend my days watching Perry Mason reruns.

And lastly, my work, far from any economic or moral reward, has no consequential significance at all.  Most jobs have quantifiable results.  Hell, even the definition of work involves something on which energy is spent, i.e.  a brick-layer has a wall to admire after his work is finished.  I expend energy but at the end of my day, nothing has changed in the world other than a few dollars have changed hands and, if I’m lucky, someone else might be asking their friend, “what exactly does that guy do?”