Diary of a future rentier (57)

I have noticed that the older we get, the less we can tolerate certain professional hassles. What used to make me smile now tends to undermine my morale. I have been living in this system for nearly twenty years, in which I find less and less meaning. Have I really found any so far...?

If I look back at my younger self, I still have a vague memory of a person who sometimes had fun at work. This may be just an idealized vision, they say that with time only good memories last. But I also believe that I was much more tolerant of the various requests that came my way. The problem is that in the long run, all these requests, little by little, day after day, for years, eat away at you to the bone.

Society is very good at monopolizing your time and energy. The better you are at what you do, the more it will tend to exploit your resources for its own benefit. It is the motivated, intelligent and hardworking employees who end up burning out, because they are the ones we always turn to when it comes to solving problems. On the contrary, the slackers, the moaners, the loudmouths are like parasites, who draw their energy from the hardworking ants.

I have already had five different employers and I left each time precisely because I felt exploited to the detriment of others who were ruling over themselves. I certainly bore some responsibility in each of these situations, but on the other hand it is difficult to do otherwise, when you like a job well done. The problem with companies is that they encourage social laziness from the moment the tasks are distributed among more than one person, so in all cases. For independent minds, this is tolerable for a certain time, but in the long run it becomes more and more difficult to bear.