The Price We Pay for Living Well

30 04 2014

As I sit here listening to the melting snow tap tap on the various air conditioners, I wait for my 2nd telephone interview with a prominent law firm.  As far I as know, I’ve done adequate due diligence and am prepared.  I cleaned a temporary office space for myself in my bedroom.  I’m also sitting at the same desk I most likely studied physics and The Tale of Two Cities on when I went to high school.

I ask myself.  Do I really want to go back to work full-time?  Do I really want to go live through a predictable 9 to 5 schedule?  It wasn’t all that bad really.  When I was working, before being laid off, I loved the walk to the subway each morning.  It would start by my seeing kids walk towards their school, the same one I went to as a kid.  Over the years, I watched them grow up; from fashionable kindergarten girls to little women on the cusp of hormone hell.  The little boys became little men.  Even though they still wore blue jeans and a t-shirt, as they got older they developed a bit of that street smart cool dude strut.

Once I finally made it into the subway, I’d do my good morning bonding with the familiar subway conductors and motor men.  I knew most of them by their first name.

During my commute over the years, I even made two long time girl friends on the R train.

And yet as much as the morning commute was a gift, do I really want to have to answer to a Higher Presence as part of the corporate office environment?  Knell when the higher ups walk by; humble myself with correct political decorum.  Or am I imagining all this?  I can’t help but think of all the past places I’ve worked.  Fellow employees back stabbing each other by using gossip as there weapons; being reported to human resources for saying non politically correct comments; feeling like I’ll get my head chopped off if I don’t comply with corporate etiquette.

And all this within the enclave of glass and metal structures providing wall to wall carpeting and eternal florescent lighting; like a modern day cell.

True, the benefits are helpful.  But are they worth the price we pay for them?