Once a Day is back from Vacation…Hope everyone’s well rested and ready for more Blaahhhging.

I’m working on a theory: We’re all involved in a cult where its perfectly normal to sacrafice our time to the gods of “Work”. I started putting this together in the middle of a hellacious work-week where I put in over 90 extra hours within a week and a half. I started feeling resentful that I had to get up early every morning and return home late every night, rarely seeing my spouse and my cat. Then I started wondering why I do it even when I’m not working extra. Why am I sacraficing so many hours of my day?

The Answer: I’ve been involved in a job-cult ever since the day I was born; I’ve been brainwashed with kiddie books and quotations about the merits of having a job, and how there’s no way that humans could live without them. Think back to how often adults used to ask you what you were going to be when you grew up, as if you weren’t anything or anyone as a child, without that “job”. I have had the mantra “there’s no such thing as a free lunch” quoted to me so often I began to believe it was true. So instead of sacraficing babies on an alter to our pagan gods, we instead sacrafice our precious days to the god of “Job”.

So, among the many goals in my life, I’ve added a new one: Figure out how humanity can thrive without “jobs”. Who’s with me?