I went home this weekend. I worked at the grocery store. I filled the produce and beer. It emptied. I filled it again. There is no better feeling in the world.
I told a colleague. He said, "Yeah, mindless work is good every now and then."
It was not mindless. Writing this blog is mindless. Studying for meaningless exams is mindless. Doing what everyone else is doing is mindless. Honest work is never mindless.
My father told me he was disappointed I went to graduate school. I knew he was, but he never told me. It bothers him he cannot understand what I am doing. It bothers him I have produced nothing. It bothers me too.
*from Bright Eyes' "Road to Joy"
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