Meme without a name: Day two!

[thistlechaser]

Since I was answering comments on the first post about the meme, might as well do the second day while I'm thinking about it.

3. Lose half your hair or lose half your hearing?

This one annoys me. Way to put looks above functionality? I'd rather lose all of my hair than even a tiny bit of my hearing. (Though I have the advantage of already being okay with no hair -- I'd happily shave my head bald if I were a man.)

Since that was an annoying question, let's do the next one, too!

4. Be poor and work at a job you love or be rich and work at a job you hate?

This is a better question. As much as it pains me, I'd rather work at a job I hate and be rich. Being poor would affect your whole life, inside and outside of work -- housing, food, likely lack of medical insurance. While hating your job would follow you after work hours, not to the same extent; having a nice home and plenty of money would make working the job you hate more worth it.

What would you all pick?

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4. Be poor and work at a job you love or be rich and work at a job you hate?

[bacchuslives.livejournal.com]

This is a question I am constantly ruminating on. I don't tend to stay happy in any job for any length of time, but as each job/career change has led to higher compensation, on some levels I feel held hostage by the money. Part of the issue is that I'm a typical Taurus. I'm materialistic. I like hobbies with lots of fun gear (SCUBA, photography, motorcycles, sailing, hunting, see what I mean?, I like to surround myself with pretty things to look at, I love to travel and see new places and I love to dine at wonderful restaurants (and even not so wonderful ones). Without money, I obviously can do very little of these things. At the same time, I'm very envious of people who live simply. People that don't care what car they drive, who are comfortable in a small modular home etc. etc.

Increasingly, the "I hate me job" starts to spill out into my non-work time like an illness. Whatever the next trip that I have planned becomes the drug that I need to treat the illness (Key Largo dive trip June 25th, them Belize trip at the end of October) and like an addict, I need more and better diversions. This is a little amplified as my last few work days have been filled with even more such than usual, but be that as it may, the argument is still my constant companion.