Agreed, the concept of quitting your job and living free is nice and all but I’d rather work 40 hours a week and come home to a warm secure house full of food, booze and toys.
I think me having a year off work (was meant to be 6 months but I got wtf-pwned by the assumption relativley good work was easy to get) to be a scruffy mental stoner/pc geek really did good after 16 years of education, but did get bored/a bit anti-social toward the end of it (i.e. the year was enough)
But ya – shits quite comfortable in my life, including my job, not much cause to “fight the man!”
I totally endorse the idea of playing hookie every now and then, but regardless of “pleasure”, “pain”, and “productivity” is priorities.
Like eating.
And having somewhere to sleep.
Joanna: So, where do you work, Peter?
Peter Gibbons: Initech.
Joanna: In… yeah, what do you do there?
Peter Gibbons: I sit in a cubicle and I update bank software for the 2000 switch.
Joanna: What’s that?
Peter Gibbons: Well see, they wrote all this bank software, and, uh, to save space, they used two digits for the date instead of four. So, like, 98 instead of 1998? Uh, so I go through these thousands of lines of code and, uh… it doesn’t really matter. I uh, I don’t like my job, and, uh, I don’t think I’m gonna go anymore.
Joanna: You’re just not gonna go?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Joanna: Won’t you get fired?
Peter Gibbons: I don’t know, but I really don’t like it, and, uh, I’m not gonna go.
Joanna: So you’re gonna quit?
Peter Gibbons: Nuh-uh. Not really. Uh… I’m just gonna stop going.
Joanna: When did you decide all that?
Peter Gibbons: About an hour ago.
Joanna: Oh, really? About an hour ago… so you’re gonna get another job?
Peter Gibbons: I don’t think I’d like another job.
Joanna: Well, what are you going to do about money and bills and…
Peter Gibbons: You know, I’ve never really liked paying bills. I don’t think I’m gonna do that, either.
Joanna: Well, so what do you wanna do?
Peter Gibbons: I wanna take you out to dinner, and then I wanna go back to my apartment and watch ‘Kung Fu’. Do you ever watch ‘Kung Fu’?
Joanna: I love ‘Kung Fu’.
Peter Gibbons: Channel 39.
Joanna: Totally.
Peter Gibbons: You should come over and watch ‘Kung Fu’ tonight.
Joanna: Ok.
A fucking day off work does not equal turning into Snorlax for the rest of your life. Sometimes you just need that day off, after that you’re ready to go again.
In many ways I think working is one way of living for pleasure. If you have a job you really can’t stand, it may not be worth it, but it usually has been for me; worth it, I mean.
Excuse me while I evict you and find tenants capable of paying the rent.
Agreed, the concept of quitting your job and living free is nice and all but I’d rather work 40 hours a week and come home to a warm secure house full of food, booze and toys.
Why must living for pleasure equate to not being productive?
I think me having a year off work (was meant to be 6 months but I got wtf-pwned by the assumption relativley good work was easy to get) to be a scruffy mental stoner/pc geek really did good after 16 years of education, but did get bored/a bit anti-social toward the end of it (i.e. the year was enough)
But ya – shits quite comfortable in my life, including my job, not much cause to “fight the man!”
I totally endorse the idea of playing hookie every now and then, but regardless of “pleasure”, “pain”, and “productivity” is priorities.
Like eating.
And having somewhere to sleep.
YAY HIPPIES! 40-odd years later, your ethos is as fresh as ever!
Sadomasochists live for pleasure AND pain –
Joanna: So, where do you work, Peter?
Peter Gibbons: Initech.
Joanna: In… yeah, what do you do there?
Peter Gibbons: I sit in a cubicle and I update bank software for the 2000 switch.
Joanna: What’s that?
Peter Gibbons: Well see, they wrote all this bank software, and, uh, to save space, they used two digits for the date instead of four. So, like, 98 instead of 1998? Uh, so I go through these thousands of lines of code and, uh… it doesn’t really matter. I uh, I don’t like my job, and, uh, I don’t think I’m gonna go anymore.
Joanna: You’re just not gonna go?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Joanna: Won’t you get fired?
Peter Gibbons: I don’t know, but I really don’t like it, and, uh, I’m not gonna go.
Joanna: So you’re gonna quit?
Peter Gibbons: Nuh-uh. Not really. Uh… I’m just gonna stop going.
Joanna: When did you decide all that?
Peter Gibbons: About an hour ago.
Joanna: Oh, really? About an hour ago… so you’re gonna get another job?
Peter Gibbons: I don’t think I’d like another job.
Joanna: Well, what are you going to do about money and bills and…
Peter Gibbons: You know, I’ve never really liked paying bills. I don’t think I’m gonna do that, either.
Joanna: Well, so what do you wanna do?
Peter Gibbons: I wanna take you out to dinner, and then I wanna go back to my apartment and watch ‘Kung Fu’. Do you ever watch ‘Kung Fu’?
Joanna: I love ‘Kung Fu’.
Peter Gibbons: Channel 39.
Joanna: Totally.
Peter Gibbons: You should come over and watch ‘Kung Fu’ tonight.
Joanna: Ok.
Lumbergh fucked her.
But I like my job. Even if I were independently wealthy, I would still do my job or something like it.
then you are one of the lucky few.
You guys are overanalyzing this shit.
A fucking day off work does not equal turning into Snorlax for the rest of your life. Sometimes you just need that day off, after that you’re ready to go again.
Yes, of course. I have a friend who calls them “mental health days”.
This is not one of those. This picture advocates a complete shirk of responsibilities at the cost of one’s reality.
why work?
In many ways I think working is one way of living for pleasure. If you have a job you really can’t stand, it may not be worth it, but it usually has been for me; worth it, I mean.