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[postrodent]

In my working life, what there is of it, I feel as if I am polishing the gingerbready decorations of an enormous and Byzantinely complex skyscraper... while ninety floors below, floodwaters and barbarians chip constantly away at its foundations. Sometimes it's more like I'm selling hamburgers to the barbarians, but usually I'm doing something

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[prickvixen]

Actually my working experience is more akin to surveying a piece of land and making detailed statistical notes about it, before returning to base, placing the data in a steel box and padlocking it shut before the automatic mechanism sends it plunging to the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again by human eyes.

[amblinwiseass]

I'm basically a plumber; the major differences are that the pay's not as good, and I only have to deal with people's shit on a metaphorical level.

I'd dearly love to help build something that'd matter. If I live right, maybe I'll get the opportunity some day. In the meantime, I'm satisfied to make a decent living.

[krinndnz]

My job is similar, but it buys me time to make life a little better for a group of people up here that I care about. So there's that.

[postrodent]

I think that's the best most of us can do right now, is to become more aware.

[paka]

I understand.

My day job of itself generates no smiles, saves nobody's health or life, creates no new product, explores nothing, builds no bright future for me, certainly. There's what Krinn says above; the whole purpose of the day job is so that I can keep going and do the stuff which matters to me. My scanty income allows my coworkers to have their medical insurance and paid vacations and nice houses in Los Altos and Palo Alto, but it also means that I survive for a little bit longer, which helps me crank on my own shit, make some more pathetic drawings and some social time and roleplaying game stuff that if I'm lucky, makes a few people that much happier.

Sometimes it's enough. Other times it's not.