Every monday morning, like clock-work, facebook is clogged up with a series of pictures designed to perfectly describe that particular person’s disdain for one-seventh of the week. I don’t really get why people hate monday so much. Sure, we all have to go to work. But in 2013, more people work weekends than ever. At what point do we realize that the ‘normal’ 9 – 5 monday – friday schedule isn’t normal? What’s the difference between that and having Wednesday and Thursday off?
(I need more coffee, enjoy this gallery of example “I hate monday” photos while I go get another cup and will continue after)
Ok. Fresh Coffee in hand. Oh, you don’t believe me? Fine, here’s photographic proof. Wow, I look terrible. I should try sleeping sometime.
Where were we? Oh yea… Weekends aren’t really weekends anymore. So, for the last bunch of years, I worked monday through friday, 8 – 4:30 with a half-hour lunch. I lived for the weekend, because I didn’t have to be at work. And then it occurred to me that it’s not monday’s fault, it’s my own. I was doing a job that payed well. I didn’t *hate* the work, but I didn’t love it anymore, it wasn’t like when I first started there. That’s when I started planning the changes to my life.
I think it took me twelve years to figure out that I’m not a monday – friday 9 – 5 guy. I don’t do well in that corporate environment. I don’t do well in a place where i’m not learning or growing. And I certainly don’t do well in a place where there is no longer a challenge. Once I get that feeling like I own the place, when I hit that point where I’ve consumed all the knowledge I can from that particular vocation, the self-destruction starts.
If I’m not continually striving to grow, I’m dying. I can’t handle it. It’s why I’ve had 793,023,328 jobs in my life. I’ve done every job in the world from waiting tables to sweeping chimneys to being the director of a large IT department. I’ve been a trainer, worked in call centers, an electrician, a plumber, a steamfitter, a photographer, a graphic designer, a web developer, and now, an author.
The times I’ve been most happy in my life were when I was self employed. Not because I had weekends off, but because I can’t ever get complacent. For me, working for someone else means I can rely on them to provide me with a living as long as I put in the minimum amount of work to not get fired. Working for myself means I can put in the maximum amount of work and get paid accordingly.
To bring all this back around to the original point of this post. When you’re self-employed, you never get weekends. You work all day every day. If I’m not writing, which is what generates new income, then I’m promoting what I’ve written before. If I’m not promoting what I’ve written before, then I’m doing the book-keeping. If I’m not book-keeping then I’m doing something else. Even when I’m not sitting at a computer or at my desk, then I’m still working on something in the back of my head. I chose this, because I love it. I love being self employed and accountable to myself. I love that I’m the only one to blame if something doesn’t happen.