A Year Later

I sometimes wonder if it has always been like this. Sure, there are some jobs we can't escape the need for: trash collectors, for example, don't have the most glamorous job, but at least in an urban setting, the need for them is great. Certainly, we could alleviate the pressing need by re-using and investing in durable products to reduce waste, but there will always be similarly un-glamorous jobs. And if you spend your time looking at job postings on various websites--as I do--it's easy to become discouraged, not simply by the lack of available entry-level jobs, but also by the dearth of significance.

Seriously. In what fresh hell did this become our lives? I'm not trying to say the Industrial Revolution was glamorous, or that a manufacturing-based economy is ideal, or even that an agricultural society should be our goal, but it strikes me that we're doing something wrong if the vast majority of employment available to the general public is incapable of providing some kind of personal satisfaction.

Maybe what really gets me is how incredibly boring the world becomes when it is utterly depersonalized.

I don't know. All I know is, I don't want to be employed by the modern American economy, but apparently I have to be, which is about as close to being held hostage as I'm liable to ever get.

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