So it’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m about ready to go clean gym equipment and scrub showers. Yup, my first post-college job is performing the ‘janitorial arts’ at LA fitness. Sure others might think I’m a failure and the pay is almost minimum wage, but fuck it, it’s a job. Those aren’t that easy to come by nowadays in case you haven’t noticed. Plus, I get a FREE gym membership. I might be poor, dirty, and a total letdown but hey, I’ll be in the best shape of my entire life. Stay in school kiddies.
Oh! then you loved the world. Eternal ones, love it eternally and evermore; and to woe too, you say: go, but return! For all joy wants-- eternity.” -- Friedrich Nietzche
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amomenttothink said:
Fuck the critics. You are not your job and sometimes the job is just a means to an end - that might be food, a stepping stone, or just feeling good about accomplishing something. I’ve had my share of shit jobs and I’ve ended up doing quite well.
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filthyphil said:
don’t sweat it, go sweat it up, get ripped, feel good, happy chemicals released daily, life is good :)
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