When you love your job…

I have a handful of comic strips bookmarked and read them every day. One of them is Frazz. I started following him on Facebook, and it turns out he writes a paragraph or two every day with a post of his strip. I dig it.

The following is from February 7. (If you use Facebook, you can see the post here.) I thought about writing about it, but it’s really his idea, and he wrote it plenty well himself, so I’m just sharing.


I’ve worked from home going on I think 16 or 17 years now (Frazz turns 18 in April, but I can’t remember how long I worked two jobs in the beginning), and the jury is still out as to whether working from home is a net asset or a net liability. It’s a mix. The commute is awfully handy. But sometimes it’s too handy. When you work from home, after all, you’re never home from work.

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter, because I can always fall back on the adage that when you love your job, you never have to work. Which I assure you is also a crock. This job is a ton of work. But I never minded working. I just never liked working on stuff that I hated, or was bored by, or thought was pointless or ran against generally being a good person. And I don’t have to do any of that. So I’ll work as hard as I have to from wherever I get to, and it’s a pretty good deal. Even if I’m never home from work.


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