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| Tuesday, December 12, 2006 |
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Ata needs a job. Or something. Depressed and miserable and pointless-feeling, and only stupid little baby jobs that stop and she can't properly contribute to.
But still she doesn't want to work full-time. To take on something that she can contribute properly to - to get involved in the planning and assessing and setting-up that she loves to do means taking on fulltime, permanent work - and that means no time for the things she loves to do, and working regular everyday all the time hours that she hates to do, and then in a year or so - what? She'll get sick, and quit, and poof - it's all gone. No chance to see whether her works are implemented, no chance to see how they work out, and Ata's back to the same place she started. Even the money barely makes life more comfortable - all her salary gets saved and then promptly spent when she's out sick, and there's not even the satisfaction of working on a structure and plan for herself and Mr Ata. Everything is plans half-made and never carried out. Chasing the wind, all is chasing the wind. Stupid. |
posted by Ata @ 8:05 pm  |
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Gah, work. So hard to be satisfied with. This time of year doesn't help, either.
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Gah, work. So hard to be satisfied with. This time of year doesn't help, either.