Working sucks

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The hardest I ever worked hands down was when I owned my own business. 70-80 hour workweeks at least...went to bed thinking about all the things I had to do and worried about all sorts of problems. It was the worst sleep I ever got.
I do that now. Go to bed thinking about all the things I still need to get done. I've awoke so many times thinking that I was late on an approval or authoring a document. That's sort of the point of salaried positions, they expect you to always work or at least be thinking about work. :)
 
Never poopoo what someone does for a living. I worked part of my career in textiles. People in the office sometimes would refer to the people who worked in the plants actually making the yarn and fabric as lint heads. And the term was not meant as a compliment. But, if it hadn’t been for those “lint heads “ doing their jobs well, then none of the rest of us would have had a job.
 
Never poopoo what someone does for a living. I worked part of my career in textiles. People in the office sometimes would refer to the people who worked in the plants actually making the yarn and fabric as lint heads. And the term was not meant as a compliment. But, if it hadn’t been for those “lint heads “ doing their jobs well, then none of the rest of us would have had a job.
Some of the most worthless employees I have ever known were $100,000 a year shits (State Govt 15 years ago)
 
There's nothing wrong with those professions. The work needs to be done and we should respect people that are willing to put in hard work like that. Though most ditches are now dug by machine and the guy certified to drive the machine is making pretty decent money.
I agree. That was my point. Other people have it harder than most of us.
 
Working 8 hours a day 5 days a week sucks. I get about 3 hours after work to chill if you don't count the time making dinner, eating and cleaning up. Then only get 2 days to do whatever you want for the weekend. I wish I would win the lottery. That would be sweet.
You think you have it bad? I grew up living in a shoebox in the middle of the road. My dad used to beat us to sleep with his belt. I yelled at my mom: “All I can do is run around in circles!” She said: “Shut up kid, or I’ll nail your other foot to the floor!” And that was on Christmas Day!
 
no matter how smart you think you are most people just cant grasp just how invaluable our time is. they spend their entire adult youth working the best times of their lives away chasing useless materialistic shit and no guaranteed retirement or healthy retirement, but thats just how fucked up this society conditions families.
 
no matter how smart you think you are most people just cant grasp just how invaluable our time is. they spend their entire adult youth working the best times of their lives away chasing useless materialistic shit and no guaranteed retirement or healthy retirement, but thats just how fucked up this society conditions families.
You have some good points but you're making the same mistakes of assigning more weight to your opinion and view of the truth than theirs. You don't know their needs, motivations or fears. All you fuckers who think there's one truth or one way are about equally messed up, imo.
 
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Folks I know who were self employed did spend some long hours-until they figured out they could hire others at a predictable wage to worry about half the shit they worried about ... .and they learned to spend some time spending their money
Exactly. I did a few years working 70+ then finally hired some people which is scary at first. Work much less now (20ish) but always on call.
 
I’m shocked to find out how many of you grew up poor.
I was raised on a subsistence farm where we bought hog feed in cotton bags seamed on three sides. We made clothes , quilts and such out of them. When I started school, I carried my lunch in a brown paper bag and frequently wore homemade clothes. I never went hungry but I know what possum and blackbird tastes like, too.
 
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I’m shocked to find out how many of you grew up poor.
Maybe that's why we relate with the struggle and empathize with the drive to do better for one's family.

It's probably why we support opportunities for everyone.
 
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You think you have it bad? I grew up living in a shoebox in the middle of the road. My dad used to beat us to sleep with his belt. I yelled at my mom: “All I can do is run around in circles!” She said: “Shut up kid, or I’ll nail your other foot to the floor!” And that was on Christmas Day!
A shoebox? You were lucky!
 
I like my job.

But what keeps me going is having a long range budget for the family that helps me see when our savings will hit to a point where I can retire.

11 years.... If all keeps going well. I don't want to rush my life away, but I look forward to the day I can be completely free
 
I’m shocked to find out how many of you grew up poor.
Both of my parents were first generation to leave the farm. My father had a 7th grade education and my mother finished 11th grade. Their families valued their labor on the farm more than their education. They both grew up with no indoor plumbing and they moved to town as young adults to work in the textile mills. They raised my three sisters and me in a 1100 sq ft house with one bathroom, it wasn’t a mill house but it was in a decidedly working class neighborhood. My sisters eventually had careers as an MD, a teacher, and a senior hospital administrator. I had a fairly successful business career.

But we had the advantage of living in a small town with one middle school, one high school and no private schools (until 1970 because, well, you know…) so we were afforded upward social mobility simply by association, by osmosis. We were able to be friends with kids from different social and financial backgrounds, go to their homes and see how their families acted and in some ways model that behavior. Kids today in the position we were in don’t have that same opportunity because we have decimated our public school systems, the wealthier kids are segregated into private schools so the ability of poor kids to mingle, become friends and pick up social cues from people raised differently from them doesn’t exist in the same way.
 
You think you have it bad? I grew up living in a shoebox in the middle of the road. My dad used to beat us to sleep with his belt. I yelled at my mom: “All I can do is run around in circles!” She said: “Shut up kid, or I’ll nail your other foot to the floor!” And that was on Christmas Day!
how else are you supoosed to put kids to sleep? Also, you had christmas?
 
I was raised on a subsistence farm where we bought hog feed in cotton bags seamed on three sides. We made clothes , quilts and such out of them. When I started school, I carried my lunch in a brown paper bag and frequently wore homemade clothes. I never went hungry but I know what possum and blackbird tastes like, too.
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