From the archive

Don't die before you're dead

Now some clown is bound to show up and start talking about work-life balance. Buddy, I want to know where your actual life fits into that balance. You spend all day doing something you hate. Then you spend the whole evening trying to recover. Over the weekend, you recover just enough to do it again on Monday. And this is supposed to go on for another thirty years. At what exact point in that schedule were you planning to be free? I don't need a cult of sleep deprivation. I'm not interested in bragging that I spent sixteen hours at my laptop and now my eye won't stop twitching. But I need something to show for the time I've spent.