Drifting in the Space of Ramblings

Ramblings About Work

I like my job, but I would be the biggest liar in the world if I said I liked the time I end up losing to it.

"Work dignifies man."

Does work dignify man?

Nonsense!

We work during the best years of our lives, live to earn more and more money, and make other people richer and richer.

Do you know the truth about work?

The truth is that we are slaves to it.

You will die, maybe not as quickly as I will, but one day you will meet the same fate. It doesn't matter if you worked a lot or a little, if you earned more or less money, if you achieved your goal in the company or not. Who cares! One minute you are alive, and the next you are dead.

If every human being worked one hour a day, I think it would be enough for no one to lack anything. There are too many people without work and too many people working too much.

Let's suppose I wanted to take a trip to Baghdad. I could work for a week, one hour a day, at a refinery that makes the plane's fuel. I could help for another week at the factory that builds the plane, and then at another place, and another, until my trip was paid for.

I'd like to know who invented the figure of the boss, the most idiotic thing; it's a position that exists so others can hate you. I come from an anarchist family. My great-grandfather was expelled from Italy for being an anarchist and ended up founding an anarchist colony, something like that... The fact is it didn't work out. Some smartass stole all their money in the end. The moral of the story is that there's always a smartass to screw you over when it comes to work.

Someone once told me to work with something I like because the money is a consequence.

Yeah, but what if I didn't want to work at all? I like being an astronaut; it's pretty cool, but couldn't it be part-time? Profession is a stupid thing; how can you choose something you like to do for the rest of your life? What if I had wanted to be a doctor? I study for five years, specialize, work for twenty years, and get tired... Sorry, but you can't change anymore!!!! You're screwed! You'll have to keep being a doctor!

Go to hell! I don't want to be a doctor anymore, I don't want to be an astronaut anymore!

So, in the end, we finally retire to die a few years later without having done anything we really wanted.

Wake up, work, sleep. Wake up, work, sleep. Wake up, work, sleep, and so on infinitely until the last days of our lives.

And here I am, dying in space... While working.