Journal: Doing what you love for a job: What a mistake!

When I was growing up, we were always told that to have a job doing what you loved meant never hating going to work. What a crock of shit. Work is work. You go to work because someone pays you because they'll make more money than you will off of your labor. It's abusive. It oppressive.

When I go to work, I don't want to fuck around, I want to make MONEY. If I didn't want to make MONEY, then I wouldn't go to work. I really don't want to work all of my life. If I want to write code all day, then I'd like to do that. But here I am almost two decades into a career in technology, and I really don't give a shit about rallying my team to create another cool this or that for some twit customer who can't run their own damn project. I just want their money, and I don't care how I get it. Surely there is a better, more efficient way to earn money than writting software.

It's taken me twenty years to get where I am, and now I feel betrayed. Doh! I should have gone to business school, I mean the RIGHT business school. I should have become a bean counter, gotten that MBA, worn a tie. I want MONEY, because MONEY == FREEDOM. All these years I've wasted writing code, building hardware, and doing it for other people just because they'd pay me. WHORE WHORE WHORE. I feel dirty.