"The Universe is made up of stories, not atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser
Woke up this morning and did not want to go to work. It was cold and rainy... and it's not fun being the only one that has to get up and leave home to go to work. I did though - not just because I don't really have any more days off that I can call in sick - but because, despite the fact that I don't really like it, it's my job. There are things that need to be done and I have to do some of them.
I don't understand how people can get contracted/hired to do a job and then do it halfway (or less than that even). Is there no pride? No sense of accomplishment? No shared sense of responsibility?
I don't understand it at all.
I don't like hearing people say that there are no jobs available in our country when I know that there are. I have heard directly from persons that people they hire don't want to do what they're hired to do... or find the jobs too tedious... or below them... or feel entitled to more than what they're working for.
A puzzle is made up of many pieces. Tradespeople are just as important as academics. If everyone wants to hold a certain position then how will we maintain where we are? How will we build? How will we grow?
I've found myself seriously contemplating learning a trade or two. I can lay tiles. My dad's got electrical skills. An understanding of plumbing can only come in handy in the future.
I wonder how many people are thinking of the future.
peace,
Ren
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