I, Slacker

The story of one man's brave journey from being a globetrotting internet professional to becoming a full-time slacker. It's about exchanging money for time, rediscover forgotten pleasures and enjoy the small (cubans & sportcars) and the bigger (the missus) things in life.

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Monday, May 02, 2005

Two Weeks Left

When I look back at my time off it's hard to imagine the reluctant sentiment I felt in the end of February. It was still officially winter and I felt pretty much like the old palm trees outside our house: gray and scrubby.

These very same trees are now standing straight and proud; letting their green leaves sway in the spring wind and hosting flowers bursting to blom. I'm in the same joyful state. I feel rested, relaxed and reborn. I'm looking forward with excitement to rejoin my collegues and slay the evil dragons wherever they might be.

- So you have learned nothing?, my inner voice echoes in my head. Well, I do but we'll see if we can go from theory to practice, I answer the voice.

To find happiness through the balance between work and family is no lesser than art. It takes integrity to dare, ambition to want and strength to carry through. But you reach a point where it becomes crucial for everyone that you do, especially in a wired / wireless world where your PDA is your office and always on. It's also a challenge when your work is your hobby and your curiosity and eagerness to learn is not following the industrial 9-to-5 schedule. Innovations or ideas are hard to schedule.

The technological breakthroughs should liberate and not confine but seldom do - at least not in a world where testosterone is the fuel. And I have to admit that also my tanks are full.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

That none of your acquaintances from Kentucky commented on your derogatory comparison is just more evidence of their graciousness. Of course, the beauty of the rolling green terrain and historic horse farms need no further endorsement.
However, I suggest you refrain from sharing your illustrious comparison with any "Dirt Poor Mexican". He might gather the last remnants of his malnourished energy to kick your pale rear end back across one continent and the Atlantic Ocean.
Count your blessings, dear spoiled Swede. The next time you want to enjoy one of the earthly pleasures you rank just ahead of the "Missus"and proceed to uncork a bottle of Rioja or light up a Cohiba, give a passing thought to the number of days the "Dirt poor" Mexican could feed himself with the cost of one of these (A hint: more than a week).
The next time you enjoy the truly wonderful Kentucky hospitality, keep your eyes open long enough to see the beauty of the state, and show some hint of appreciation. It will make look even more brilliant than you know you are.
We wish you great further success in the e world, but please refrain from considering a new career as an international economist: Your unique views on poverty levels do not constitute sufficient qualification for a World Bank position

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