I remember (or misremember) Joseph Campbell telling a story about hearing a father tell his son, "I've never done anything I wanted in my entire life." That's how I feel about the jobs I've had.
There are plenty of explanations for this: a desire to always have as much free time to myself as possible to indulge the interests which are more important to me than any career, childhood experiences and influences, caring about place more than income, choosing to live carfree, living in a society which doesn't reward what I value.
It's not (only) that I'm lazy and selfish--at times in my life I've loved volunteering my time rehabilitating wildlife, shelving library books, being a zoo docent, talking with the homeless or institutionalized, teaching people about peregrine falcons, bringing in the hay. Pay me for any of those activities or many more and let me set my schedule and I'd be a happy and hard worker. Give me a society which respects the natural world and I'll respect that society and want to contribute to it instead of wanting to have as little to do with it as possible.
But I am tired, and have been for a very long time, of the 40 hour work week, much of which for most jobs is spent doing nothing, and almost all of it for every job doing nothing of importance compared to taking a walk or cooking a meal or making love or reading a book or singing a song or playing with a pet. I've never understood the people eager to trade their time for money and objects, or who are bored when not working, or who keep working after winning the lottery, or who angrily tell someone to get a job. I've never understood them, and I've hated working with them.
So I've been delighted and very fortunate that I've managed to survive the past nine years rarely working full time after spending the previous ten years working full time for one employer which ultimately left me on the edge of complete collapse. Now (an indeterminate period) is unfortunately but necessarily one of those rare times, when I'll be feeling stressed from having to spend time with mainstream people, when I'll have too little time to myself, when I'll be irritable and uncreative and weary, when I'll resent having my time wasted. Oh, poor me! Alas and alack!
All of which is only to let you know there will be very few posts coming up on this blog in the immediate future--no bat abuse, no doomsday vault, no nutrition dvds. I've got advance copies of a couple possibly interesting books (One Square Inch of Silence, and The Thoreau You Don't Know) which I need to review for Amazon so maybe I'll copy the reviews here when I get them read. I'll try to make an occasional weekend post when the mood strikes and I'm not doing the walking and reading I intend to concentrate on in my too little free time, and ultimately the temporary (like life) job may keep the blog going a little longer than it would have lasted otherwise. Thanks for reading.
Go north, young creature.
Mari Tefre/Svalbard Global Seed Vault
From the Bridge on a Summer Day
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