Posts: 101
Name: Hanmore Jemimah the Fourth
Location: the front line
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I'm a skilled experienced network developer, site developer, ad revenue developer, sales and marketing executor, gob ****er, smooth talker, p.r. prattler, but I will tell ya this: I hate my work, I hate my job. When I knock off and open up my youtube video list and go through the raw video for noncommercial artwork I am engaged in trying to create, I am happy, I forget myself, go for hours without nicotine, caffeine, calories and all the other junk we use to distract/force our way through the work day.
Occasionally difficult programming gives me a buzz, but nothing compared to how it feels if I've been slaving over a video for days and finally have uploaded the finished result to my website.
I think when I was young I loved my job, I loved the work I was learning to be brilliant at, and didn't think about whether the material pleasures and rewards it stood for could indeed supply me with the feeling of upliftment I must have assumed it would. Maybe after all these years I'm qualified to write a "white paper" on online development and advertising and even commerce to quite a large extent, but what I am busy TRYING to write is a white paper on being a good human. That's what I love. My "art". My work... sucks. If I sacrifice my wakeful moments to it, it's no longer to provide myself with pleasure. Perhaps it's just to fulfil a responsiblity. Or if not, then all it is is a way to fund my creation of (one day) art, and the ad budget I'll need to broadcast that art to say 100 million people!
You asked. I'm just telling it like it is.
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