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Follow Your Heart and Make The
Break
Back to the salt mines. Another day, another dollar. It's the
daily grind. It's punching the clock.
It's a supervisor you can barely tolerate getting on your case
even though you are clearly five times smarter than she'll ever
be.
It's middle management bungles. It's upper management
cold-heartedness.
It's a loud factory floor or a tiny slate gray cubicle. Forty
hours per week, plus overtime.
Occasional weekends.
If you are a good boy or girl, that hourly wage will inch up
just fast enough to almost keep up with inflation every year
and some day you may even join the ranks of salaried management
and longer hours dealing with even more annoying people.
It's described as everything from a hassle to a prison.
It's a job and you might be tempted to get rid of it. That's
probably why you are reading this ebook.
Unfortunately, along with all of the agony, the job also brings
with it money. If you're lucky, it might bring a lot of money,
health benefits and even a shot at retiring without starving to
death.
Jobs mean money. Money, whether it's the root of all evil or
not, makes the world go 'round and 'round.
Thus, the inmates refuse to attempt to escape. In some
workplace version of the Stockholm syndrome, the hostage
employees begin to trust and rely upon their oppressive boss
overlords even though they recognize that the guys upstairs
don't have their best interests in mind.
Even in this modern twenty-first century economy where people
change treat jobs like disposable lighters-use it for awhile,
then get rid of it-many spend their idle hours dreaming of a
comfortable work prison. Some place they can tolerate long
enough to make it to age sixty-five with some benefits. They
don't even want to grin and bear it for several decades. They
just want to bear it. That alone would be enough.
Even that can be hard.
There are some people who are willing to make a break for it.
They visualize a future that doesn't consist of years of abuse
capped off with little more than a stooped back and a
gold-plated retirement watch.
When they daydream, they think about running their own show.
They imagine not just making a living, but actually living.
They don't want a new office or to work for the company across
town. They want to own their own future and they want to
sweeten the deal by working at home.
Others are already at home and are looking for work. Instead of
trying to find a gig on the bus route, they may be ready to do
their own thing.
Others may just be looking for a way to add a few bucks to the
family coffer every week while being able to spend quality time
at home parenting. Instead of forking over their slave wages
for daycare, they decide they can be both a parent and a
provider at the same time by effectively operating a work at
home business.
Let's face it... many people feel trapped doing jobs they
despise. You can see it in their faces. From the angst-ridden
barista at any one of ten local Starbucks who could be making
shrewd stock deals all day to the slow-moving housepainter who
always wanted to be a chef, you encounter people who are
working outside of their interests and skills just to collect a
check.
Some people learn to compromise. They take solace in Mr.
Holland's Opus and convince themselves that eventually all of
that compromise will add up to something meaningful. They shove
their interests and true desires to the back of their mind and
try to retain focus on doing their job.
Yes, a few people are lucky enough to find employment that
really matches their skill levels and attitudes nicely, but
many more spend their time doing things in which they have only
a marginal interest outside of the bi-weekly paycheck their
efforts produce.
Though some will swallow the disappointment and frustration,
those who decide to work at home will not. They opt to pursue
their dreams and to find ways to make their skills and their
"calling" into action.
It can be far more fulfilling than simply working for the sake
of earning a salary. It imbues one's vocational life with great
meaning and appeal.
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