If you work 9-5 you are a fukkin loser

[ronald]

Working 9-5 job makes people losers..? i think your trying to justify how much of a lazy pos you are.
Fortunately you have obama to reload your 5dimes account every month.

You moron.

Firstly, Matty is Canadian. No Obama here.

Secondly, Obama will create MORE 9-5ers, not less.

Obama and socialists like him want sheep, not rams.

Wake up Jeffy!

[Jeffie]

You moron.

Firstly, Matty is Canadian. No Obama here.

Secondly, Obama will create MORE 9-5ers, not less.

Obama and socialists like him want sheep, not rams.

Wake up Jeffy!

You cant be fawkin serious...

[Bigbill365]

Hey math i dont even work 1 hour a day i dont even work i sell my stuff and take back cans and do chors to gamble.

[Smoke]

Mathy is a kindergarden teacher

[mathdotcom]

You moron.

Firstly, Matty is Canadian. No Obama here.

Secondly, Obama will create MORE 9-5ers, not less fewer

Obama and socialists like him want sheep, not rams.

Wake up Jeffy!

Jeffie needs to ask boss to get a new stapler from supply room -500
Jeffie has authority to get new stapler from supply room +435

[tatddy]

You kids who think you are "razor shawp" and don't NEED to work may be living it up now but you, I'm afraid, will be living a life of quiet desperation even on your yacht. One of my favorite Lebanese friends said it best...although I'm sure you will rip him and me for it. GL in life.

Disclaimer...I only read the thread title...didn't bother with the rest. Yes, obviously if you are your own boss you are in better shape. But if your contention that work itself is "suckerish" then....



On Work
Kahlil Gibran
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,
and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart,
even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection,
even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy,
even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead
are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

[Sawyer]

Freedom is great. Running your own job, being self-empoloyed is a much better thing then working 9-5. When you're working 9-5, your income is limited. Worse of all, you have a boss!

If you're your own boss, you decide your own work hours, you decide when to take a vacation. Working 9-5 is nothing but slavery.

[darkhat]

Mathy is a kindergarden teacher

[BAUS]

You kids who think you are "razor shawp" and don't NEED to work may be living it up now but you, I'm afraid, will be living a life of quiet desperation even on your yacht. One of my favorite Lebanese friends said it best...although I'm sure you will rip him and me for it. GL in life.

Disclaimer...I only read the thread title...didn't bother with the rest. Yes, obviously if you are your own boss you are in better shape. But if your contention that work itself is "suckerish" then....



On Work
Kahlil Gibran
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,
and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart,
even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection,
even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy,
even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead
are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Lol, like anyone is going to spend the time to read this poem.

BAUS

[Smoke]

Baus

[mrmarket]

You kids who think you are "razor shawp" and don't NEED to work may be living it up now but you, I'm afraid, will be living a life of quiet desperation even on your yacht. One of my favorite Lebanese friends said it best...although I'm sure you will rip him and me for it. GL in life.

Disclaimer...I only read the thread title...didn't bother with the rest. Yes, obviously if you are your own boss you are in better shape. But if your contention that work itself is "suckerish" then....



On Work
Kahlil Gibran
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,
and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart,
even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection,
even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy,
even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead
are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

8-12-86

Hello John:

Thanks for the good letter. I don't think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or make films about it, they don't get it right. They call it "9 to 5." It's never 9 to 5, there's no free lunch break at those places, in fact, at many of them in order to keep your job you don't take lunch. Then there's OVERTIME and the books never seem to get the overtime right and if you complain about that, there's another sucker to take your place.

You know my old saying, "Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors."

And what hurts is the steadily diminishing humanity of those fighting to hold jobs they don't want but fear the alternative worse. People simply empty out. They are bodies with fearful and obedient minds. The color leaves the eye. The voice becomes ugly. And the body. The hair. The fingernails. The shoes. Everything does.

As a young man I could not believe that people could give their lives over to those conditions. As an old man, I still can't believe it. What do they do it for? Sex? TV? An automobile on monthly payments? Or children? Children who are just going to do the same things that they did?

Early on, when I was quite young and going from job to job I was foolish enough to sometimes speak to my fellow workers: "Hey, the boss can come in here at any moment and lay all of us off, just like that, don't you realize that?"

They would just look at me. I was posing something that they didn't want to enter their minds.

Now in industry, there are vast layoffs (steel mills dead, technical changes in other factors of the work place). They are layed off by the hundreds of thousands and their faces are stunned:

"I put in 35 years..."

"It ain't right..."

"I don't know what to do..."

They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work. I could see all this. Why couldn't they? I figured the park bench was just as good or being a barfly was just as good. Why not get there first before they put me there? Why wait?

I just wrote in disgust against it all, it was a relief to get the shit out of my system. And now that I'm here, a so-called professional writer, after giving the first 50 years away, I've found out that there are other disgusts beyond the system.

I remember once, working as a packer in this lighting fixture company, one of the packers suddenly said: "I'll never be free!"

One of the bosses was walking by (his name was Morrie) and he let out this delicious cackle of a laugh, enjoying the fact that this fellow was trapped for life.

So, the luck I finally had in getting out of those places, no matter how long it took, has given me a kind of joy, the jolly joy of the miracle. I now write from an old mind and an old body, long beyond the time when most men would ever think of continuing such a thing, but since I started so late I owe it to myself to continue, and when the words begin to falter and I must be helped up stairways and I can no longer tell a bluebird from a paperclip, I still feel that something in me is going to remember (no matter how far I'm gone) how I've come through the murder and the mess and the moil, to at least a generous way to die.

To not to have entirely wasted one's life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

yr boy,

Hank

[Boner_18]

I work 8-4. Winning.

[grease lightnin]

You kids who think you are "razor shawp" and don't NEED to work may be living it up now but you, I'm afraid, will be living a life of quiet desperation even on your yacht. One of my favorite Lebanese friends said it best...although I'm sure you will rip him and me for it. GL in life.

Disclaimer...I only read the thread title...didn't bother with the rest. Yes, obviously if you are your own boss you are in better shape. But if your contention that work itself is "suckerish" then....



On Work
Kahlil Gibran
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,
and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart,
even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection,
even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy,
even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead
are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

You know...I actually own this book--The Prophet. One time I posted a short quote from it on FB and felt like a faggola later on. Now I feel better, thanks.

[tatddy]

You know...I actually own this book--The Prophet. One time I posted a short quote from it on FB and felt like a faggola later on. Now I feel better, thanks.

Glad to help. I just posted it to get blasted. Not like any of these clownburgers read anything other than blogs....

[ronald]

8-12-86

Hello John:

Thanks for the good letter. I don't think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or make films about it, they don't get it right. They call it "9 to 5." It's never 9 to 5, there's no free lunch break at those places, in fact, at many of them in order to keep your job you don't take lunch. Then there's OVERTIME and the books never seem to get the overtime right and if you complain about that, there's another sucker to take your place.

You know my old saying, "Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors."

And what hurts is the steadily diminishing humanity of those fighting to hold jobs they don't want but fear the alternative worse. People simply empty out. They are bodies with fearful and obedient minds. The color leaves the eye. The voice becomes ugly. And the body. The hair. The fingernails. The shoes. Everything does.

As a young man I could not believe that people could give their lives over to those conditions. As an old man, I still can't believe it. What do they do it for? Sex? TV? An automobile on monthly payments? Or children? Children who are just going to do the same things that they did?

Early on, when I was quite young and going from job to job I was foolish enough to sometimes speak to my fellow workers: "Hey, the boss can come in here at any moment and lay all of us off, just like that, don't you realize that?"

They would just look at me. I was posing something that they didn't want to enter their minds.

Now in industry, there are vast layoffs (steel mills dead, technical changes in other factors of the work place). They are layed off by the hundreds of thousands and their faces are stunned:

"I put in 35 years..."

"It ain't right..."

"I don't know what to do..."

They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work. I could see all this. Why couldn't they? I figured the park bench was just as good or being a barfly was just as good. Why not get there first before they put me there? Why wait?

I just wrote in disgust against it all, it was a relief to get the shit out of my system. And now that I'm here, a so-called professional writer, after giving the first 50 years away, I've found out that there are other disgusts beyond the system.

I remember once, working as a packer in this lighting fixture company, one of the packers suddenly said: "I'll never be free!"

One of the bosses was walking by (his name was Morrie) and he let out this delicious cackle of a laugh, enjoying the fact that this fellow was trapped for life.

So, the luck I finally had in getting out of those places, no matter how long it took, has given me a kind of joy, the jolly joy of the miracle. I now write from an old mind and an old body, long beyond the time when most men would ever think of continuing such a thing, but since I started so late I owe it to myself to continue, and when the words begin to falter and I must be helped up stairways and I can no longer tell a bluebird from a paperclip, I still feel that something in me is going to remember (no matter how far I'm gone) how I've come through the murder and the mess and the moil, to at least a generous way to die.

To not to have entirely wasted one's life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

yr boy,

Hank

This is brilliant.

[Winner_13]

mathy leave us boys alone

[good_money]

I’m a grown man. I pay rent, and I drive a car. I do my own taxes. Often, I eat vegetables. My life, however, is largely devoid of physical conflict. Mostly I feel grateful for that. Sometimes, though, I worry that the integrity of someone or something I love (the Boston Celtics, Creedence Clearwater Revival, my girlfriend) will be called into question, and I’ll have to step up and do some honor-defending. I’m afraid that when this happens, I’ll be unprepared for the rigors of fisticuffs (this point highlighted by my use of the phrase “the rigors of fisticuffs”). As I see it, there’s really only one way to prepare for this circumstance: Practice. So that begs the question… Who wants to fight me?
Let’s be clear. This is not an invitation to take part in a fight club. This is a one-off, no strings attached fight. Nothing more. This is not going to turn into anything serious. If you’re looking for someone to start a long-term blood feud or nemesis-nemesis relationship, I’m not your guy. I want someone to fight me one time, for practice, so I’ll know how to react if the time ever comes for me to have a real fight. Cool? Cool.
If you’re still interested in fighting me, I have a couple of parameters that I need you to meet. If even one of these guidelines is going to be a problem for you, don’t message me. It’s not going to work. Here’s what I’m looking for out of my practice fight:

1. 1. No convicted violent criminals or trained fighters.

That’s just unfair. I’m looking for a practice fight, not a beat down. Ideally, you’d be someone without a lot of fighting experience. I’m not trying to get my teeth knocked in by a guy looking to flex his muay thai skills.

1. 2. You can’t be someone I know.

It’d just be weird. This goes back to my desire for this to be NSA. I don’t want you coming into the fight with any baggage, and I don’t want to leave the fight with any new resentments. If you know me, and you’ve wanted to fight me for a while, I’m very flattered, but that’s not really what this is about. Sorry.

1. 3. No women.

It’s 2012, and I understand that if a woman of equal height, weight, and strength wants to fight me, it’s sexist to stand in her way. Still, it seems wrong to have 100% of my lifetime fights take place against women. Is that unfair? Maybe. But this is my fight, so we’ll play by my rules.

1. 4. No one above two hundred pounds.

I weigh between one hundred seventy and one hundred eighty pounds depending on what pies are in season. A twenty-pound weight advantage seems like more than I’m bargaining for. Again, I’m looking for practice fighting, not experience getting my face pummeled. Which segues neatly into my next rule…

1. 5. No punching in the face.

What are we, lunatics? That’s a fast track to brain damage. Eyes and teeth are tough to replace. Plus, a shiner or a busted nose is tough to explain. So, no hitting in the face. Ditto for the groin, but that should go without saying. While we’re at it, let’s go with “No biting,” too. I don’t have a lot of hair to pull, but I’ll agree not to pull your hair. Actually, you know what, I take that back. In the heat of the moment I don’t know what I’m capable of. I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep.

1. 6. I’d prefer to fight someone in New York City.

Just for the sake of convenience. I live in NY, and I don’t really have it in my schedule or budget to go halfway around the world for a decent tussle. I do travel a lot for work, but if I’m out of town, I’m busy and jet-lagged and not sleeping in my own bed, so I feel like I won’t be at the top of my game. There are eight million people in this city, so discounting women (already covered), children, and the elderly, there have got to be at least two million people eligible to fight me. I’d prefer you not to be from New York City. I grew up in the suburbs, so that would give you a pretty hefty advantage in terms of street smarts. Also, I won’t go to Staten Island. It’s a hike, and I’d have to take a ferry. Unless you are the ** Tang Clan. It would be an honor to eff wit’ the ** Tang Clan.
I don’t mean to be a jerk about this, but I just want my first fight to be perfect. So now that we’ve got all that business stuff out of the way, let’s mix it up. I’ve got health insurance, so we can really go to town. But, I mean, if you’re coming into this wanting to hurt someone, maybe this isn’t the fight for you. No offense. It’s just not what I’m about.
I don’t really feel comfortable giving my e-mail address or phone number to violent strangers over the internet, so if you’re interested in fighting me, find me on Facebook or Twitter.

[good_money]

double post

[Beetlejuice]

Many people on this forum not working 9-5, and those are precisely the richest people on the forum.

Put 2 and 2 together pal

Except my job kicks penetrating ass. Not a lot of money, but damn, if you only knew the shit I saw in a day and the adjoining responsiblities....

[Ekcol]

I work for the government. I cap games all day and do as little "work" as possible. Fukkin love it

[CanuckG]

A lot of pawns itt

[in2thethickofit]

Email good_money if interested in a "fight club" (post #719 above). Must have already got hit in the head because your post has nothing to do with "working 9-5"

[olemissbydamn]

Funny post

1. You don't look like a grown man

2. If you were ever to get into a real fight, they're going to aim for your head. So you might want to change that rule and just take it like a man.

[Inkwell77]

You kids who think you are "razor shawp" and don't NEED to work may be living it up now but you, I'm afraid, will be living a life of quiet desperation even on your yacht. One of my favorite Lebanese friends said it best...although I'm sure you will rip him and me for it. GL in life.

Disclaimer...I only read the thread title...didn't bother with the rest. Yes, obviously if you are your own boss you are in better shape. But if your contention that work itself is "suckerish" then....



On Work
Kahlil Gibran
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,
and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart,
even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection,
even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy,
even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead
are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

[Smoke]

Mathy is a kindergarten teacher

Mathy works 9 to 5

Mathy is a fukkin loser

[Giogeorge]

11PM-7AM off WED THURS

[Fishhead]

Mathy is a kindergarten teacher

Mathy works 9 to 5

Mathy is a fukkin loser

Two swings and a miss and a called third strike.

Grab some pine.

[Fishhead]

11PM-7AM off WED THURS

Terrible hours

[Fishhead]

For the record, everything considered..............

TopTen all-time thread in SBR history.

[ronald]

FISHLER! Great to see you posting, sir!

Lots of SBR LEGENDS have posted in this thread started by MATTY! And of course some losers like Smoke and other popcorn bettors.

[king_danilo92]

math... your the loser bro. im sure your in a lot of fuuckin debt...

[Fishhead]

math... your the loser bro. im sure your in a lot of fuuckin debt...

Helluva post buddy, what's your cereal of choice, Lucky Charms or Count Dracula?

[accuscoresucks]

math... your the loser bro. im sure your in a lot of fuuckin debt...

you dont get it do you/http://www.oddsportal.com/sure-bets/

YOU NO LONGER CAN PRINT A FREE CHECK USA

those books are closed doors

[gregm]

You kids who think you are "razor shawp" and don't NEED to work may be living it up now but you, I'm afraid, will be living a life of quiet desperation even on your yacht. One of my favorite Lebanese friends said it best...although I'm sure you will rip him and me for it. GL in life.

Disclaimer...I only read the thread title...didn't bother with the rest. Yes, obviously if you are your own boss you are in better shape. But if your contention that work itself is "suckerish" then....



On Work
Kahlil Gibran
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,
and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart,
even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection,
even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy,
even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead
are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Great post tatddy

[Sam Odom]

Big difference in 'working' for oneself in an endeavor one enjoys than punching a clock for someone else