You're doing the thing you love most in all the world, surrounded by people who feel the same way.
You've gotten every perk known to man from ping pong to free booze.
You're getting paid handsomely, more than any other humans on the planet.
You've created a buffer zone between yourself and the client that could withstand a rocket blast from a scud missile
And you are allowed to wear whatever adolescent threads you choose up to and including socks, sandals cargo shorts and a spiderman T shirt ..
Yet you're not having fun and you still call it a job?
CydeWays honestly what more could anyone wish for? Isn't it enough that you've bucked every professional convention? Aren't you satisfied with the greatest free lunch in the history of human enterprise?
Could it be that all these enticements are what's actually robbing you of the fun you so certainly deserve?
Who knows maybe I've read one too many Aesop's fables.
I think your list applies to a select few software engineers in Silicon Valley.
> You're doing the thing you love most in all the world, surrounded by people who feel the same way.
The thing I love most is understanding ideas and solving cool problems. Would have stayed in academia if the jobs,job security and money were there. There is plenty of problem solving but it's not an everyday occurrence.
> You've gotten every perk known to man from ping pong to free booze.
Might get some free booze at company events. We have ping pong at our yearly BBQ.
> You're getting paid handsomely, more than any other humans on the planet.
Definitely not true.
> You've created a buffer zone between yourself and the client that could withstand a rocket blast from a scud missile
I'm emailing or on the phone with clients on a weekly basis.
> And you are allowed to wear whatever adolescent threads you choose up to and including socks, sandals cargo shorts and a spiderman T shirt ..
You're doing the thing you love most in all the world, surrounded by people who feel the same way.
You've gotten every perk known to man from ping pong to free booze.
You're getting paid handsomely, more than any other humans on the planet.
You've created a buffer zone between yourself and the client that could withstand a rocket blast from a scud missile
And you are allowed to wear whatever adolescent threads you choose up to and including socks, sandals cargo shorts and a spiderman T shirt ..
Yet you're not having fun and you still call it a job?
CydeWays honestly what more could anyone wish for? Isn't it enough that you've bucked every professional convention? Aren't you satisfied with the greatest free lunch in the history of human enterprise?
Could it be that all these enticements are what's actually robbing you of the fun you so certainly deserve?
Who knows maybe I've read one too many Aesop's fables.