pleasure is pain. war is peace. office work is not a tedious hellhole slowly destroying your immortal soul.
Day job. The eternal safety net. The side projects can wait -- nay,
must wait -- when
day job comes calling.
Day job. The infernal contraption taking inputs of time and effort resulting in output of electronic signals which trigger my bank account balance to rise ever so slightly twice monthly.
Day job. Disruptor of sleep. Left to my own devices, I fall into 26 hour days. 17 wakeful, alert, upbeat hours followed by the inevitable sleep of what dreams may come.
Day job forces a wake-up time.
Day job doesn't care if you can't sleep until 3am. You'll still wake up at 7am to start the next "day." They don't call it
day job for nothing. Cyclical sleep deprivation is a constant when
day job is around.
Day job. Killer of nutrition. We turn into scavengers seemingly never knowing where our next meal comes from. "Better eat a big meal, I might be working late," the inner voice prods. Left to my own devices, I eat every few hours.
Day job alters that to eating 1.5 times between sleep (let's say 0000) and dinner (let's say 1800). 19 hours. 1.5 eatings. No wonder the bodies don't know how to regulate their input.
Day job. Breaking retention time. Side projects. Soon-to-be-Startups. The complex brain state can't be maintained part-time. It's relegated to spans of free time. Weekends. Holidays. Weeks off. After days back at
day job it's as if the side projects and soon-to-be-Startups don't exist. They've fallen out of your internal fifo queues. Projects with a life of weeks take months. Projects with a life of months take years.
Day job. Getting home. Tired. Angry. Annoyed. Hungry. Oh, look. There's fresh tv shows to download. That'll get my mind off the absurdities. The shows comfort. Visual drugs let us forget our dreams. The dopamine loop kicks in. Another show is played. Looping. Another show. Loop. And yet another. Are we tired yet? Just one more. One more. Almost tired now.
Day job. Starts over again. 5/7ths of the week. It starts over again. The pain is forgotten. Numbness is natural, dreams are undesirable, and failing is fantastic.
Day job. Comfort. Warmth. Security. Income. Average. Boring. Simple.
Day job must fall. Startup must rise.
leaking insanity, temporal paradoxes, just in time i'm so glad you have a one track mind like me, someday you will be loved, last night of my 16 day vacation