Over the past few months, I have been getting this revelation about work that I would really like to share with my readers. With you awesome people, that is. When I was a child and in my teens, I absolutely loved school work, and all of the other work that I got to do. It was a privilege to me. A lot of people in the world, I used to tell myself, don’t get to go to school or do all of this awesome work, because they are too poor, or too busy supporting their families.
I am lucky enough (and was lucky enough) to have parents who supported me, so I could go to school unfettered. I didn’t have to worry about bringing home the bacon. My parents took care of that for me, so I could study. I loved to study and I loved to go to work. It was all a major privilege and gain to me.
But as I entered my twenties, I started working at a job with the government, where the opposite viewpoint was held fast. For the first time, I was surrounded by people who hated their jobs, and hated working. They hated everything about it, and they expounded upon it for long periods of time to anyone who would listen. I ended up doing a lot of the listening, because I was young, and a junior member of the team.