I like my job, I hate my job.  Whichever is the reason, I work long hours.

Perhaps to the modern man, work is the only objective in life.  Disregarding the proliferation of health clubs and entertainment centers in modern cities, we don’t really entertain.  We are just looking for a re-charge before the next day for yet more work.  If a boss tells someone that s/he doesn’t need to work on the next day, I don’t think health/entertainment comes first to the mind.

So, what’s wrong with us?  In ancient times, we fight against the weather, against the wild, against nature.  In modern times, we fight against each other.  We free ourselves more and more of the threats from nature in order to create threats among ourselves.  If there is God, s/he must admit that it’s a program bug.

Contrary to Steve Jobs (and perhaps to most who can’t succeed a billionaire business), if today is the last day of my life, I can still just think of – how many tasks can I complete before I stop breathing?

It must be to the delight of the shareholders.