Responsibility is the burden of success Bunnie tells us.
Ohh how true. How deliciously true indeed. I know a few (many) who could learn something from this very simple and short expression.
And with responsibility comes work.
And I've already blogged about work.
Work is, by my definition, not fun. Work can be satisfying, or rewarding.. but not fun. It's the sort of thing you enjoy right after you've finished it. This is evidenced by the fact that more work is done in the minds of barstoolers than anywhere else in the world:
Man enters bar. Sits down next to his drinking buddy
"Hey george, How was work today?"
his buddy asks
"Oh christ.. I'm bushed - we finished off 10 pallets today!"
they finished off 5
"Oh yeah? Rough one here too.. I was in at 6 and spent the whole day on that damn divorce case."
He was in at 9 and skipped out at 2 for 18 holes
Work gets better with age. Work, after some time away from it, even seems like a good idea. There is a breed of unemployed who, after months with no job, are known to actually crave a deadline or a wake-up call. "I need structure!" they moan.
Woe is them.
Some folks up at
McGill did some work and came up with a swimming cockroach
robot.
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