Work

I'm at work, trying to finish a monthly progress report for a product which I have been working on for four years. The report will more then likely be ignored, but I have to do it all the same as its all part of the service. I sit on my arse everyday fixing problems handed to me by an invisible helpdesk conveyer belt. They come in all shapes and sizes, and I have to make them right. I have to sometimes scratch my head and create a new component. Other times I have to drag it out until it seems to have taken a justifiably long time, so that my time spreadsheet looks healthy, so that at the end of the month I can put it the Progress report, (which will more then likely get ignored)....MEANINGLESS isn't it.

Work and Meaning don't go together at all well.
If we came to work for MEANING then would not expect to get paid for it would we? Or perhaps its time I looked for another job? Is it meaningless to seek MEANING in a job? What is MEANING anyway.

The trouble is, Marx taught me that I am alienated because I work as a wage labourer. I sell my time and effort for a 'salary'. I am alienated because I am defeating human nature by repeating patterns of behaviour without being creatively involved in the rewards of my labour, like a craftsman, forced to watch his shop torn apart and split into smaller parts until all he does is make tea.

I feel sick.