The value of work

In a strange mood today. Still not over the cold – mostly just coughing and feeling worn out, at this point. It’s lovely and nice out, I think I’ll have to go and check out the beach before I have to go to work. I’ve got a bunch of errands I should run, but I just don’t feel like it… and tomorrow I’m working from noon til 11pm (two jobs) and Wednesday I’m working from 12:30 til 11pm (just the one job) so the next day I’ll have a bit of free time is Thursday, when I only have to work 6:30 til 11pm. Holy crap I’m sick of work. I don’t think I could ever be a workaholic, I derive very little pleasure out of working, generally. As I was trying to explain to Emma the other day, one of my biggest problems is that I fail to see the value of the work I do, and as such I’m generally pretty dissatisfied with it. I work because I need the paycheck, and that alone doesn’t have enough value in my mind to make me feel happy about my work.

Ah well. I won’t let this go on for too long. I’m going to have to do something about it this week, I think.