grounded's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - The question has occurred to me of whether I would be willing to sacrifice a third of my salary in exchange for a new job. A job with 5 minutes of commute verses 35 and a work environment fitting my skills and interests more naturally than my current employment. My spontaneous visceral answer is a resounding yes. If not for an excess of habitual immediate gratification in my life I would ignore whatever more intellectual criteria sit poised at the tip of cognition. And it's more than a little bit tempting to think that way even with a touch of analysis. After all, overthinking is an epidemic mental plague of an occurrance, afflicting too many people in the world. Mais, an undeniably dry and practical realistic financial analysis is in order to be fair. Pain would be felt. I suppose, in essence, to make a rational decision, is to assign monitary value to my happiness. And of course when from the source of albeit rare lucidity, I want badly to resist such an appraisal. It's literally difficult now, having reasoned so far, to bring myself to summon the necessary numbers. I think, on the spot, given no time to dwell on the decision, I would take the chance. Maybe a subconscious measurement, smokily approximate, is implicit, and I am only feigning hesitation as a way of humoring my moral self image. AGH Change itself would be an appealing element of the hypothetical new post. And the saved driving time alone would almost be worth anything to me. And the tantalizing environment/subject matter. Either of the three are enough to make me drool! So what the hell. I'm such a lazy bastard. C'est pas juste. 4:05 a.m. - 2003-04-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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