by Karyn Eisler
The weight of depression descends on his head. It happens on Mondays. Predictably, he asks himself, Is this my life from now 'til the end? It's his work - not the job itself, but the need to earn a check. It's something he resents. The cast iron burden lifts on the weekends, when he empties trash, scrubs floors, and cleans a week's worth of dishes at home, without getting paid a cent.
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Karyn Eisler has recently appeared in The Battered Suitcase, PicFic, and BluePrintReview. She holds a PhD in sociology, teaches at Langara College, and lives in Vancouver, B.C.
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The Psychology of Labor
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6 comments:
Many can relate.
I imagine too many can relate; how we define work and other terms can affect us so much. Unless we stop and reflect, living authentically is often a dream.
Many understand this all too well. I feel sad for those who do and grateful for the fact that I do not live in their nightmare, nor my own. I am truly grateful to be living my dreams and happy because they are part of my purpose.
Debbie
Granny Babs says...
Rainy days and Mondays......the thought of cleaning, scrubbing, and scraping away sadness appeals to me.
And then he loses his job and gets *really* depressed...
Thank-you so much for your thoughtful comments everyone ~
Karyn.
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