I'm fascinated with the type of relationship people have with their jobs. For some people, it's something to be tolerated, survived and endured until the weekend. Or worse, retirement. For others, it's associated with more positive things like growth, learning, skill development, fun, connection, creativity and satisfaction. As a bloke who hasn't had a 'job' for thirty-four years, I f**king love my work but I'm saddened when I talk to people who seem to spend decades waiting for weekends and holidays, to experience joy. What if we got excited about Mondays?
