Thanks a latte.

I really can't make up my mind about my job. I have such a love/hate relationship with it, which I guess is pretty standard for most people, but I don't want to dread going to work. If I'm not enjoying what I do, then really, what the hell is the point? I don't know if you could pay me enough to be passionless for eight hours a day, five days a week, or more.

It's a blessing and a curse to have a strong work ethic, I can tell you that much. On the one hand, it's great because people want to hire you and have you on their team. You feel like you are making a legitimate contribution to some effort or cause, like you are fully responding to some greater calling. On the other hand, people are assholes and exploit the shit out of you. Eventually, they discover that conjunction between how much of yourself you're willing to invest and how little effort it takes to convince you to carry some or all of their weight. They use a delicate blend of praise and guilt, and before you know it, you're doing everything by yourself.

So now, I'm not quite sure if I'm being edged out or what. I'm still analyzing the hell out of it all.