Entry for 7th September, 2008

I mentioned in my list of 25 random facts a while back, that I am becoming increasingly perplexed by why I work so hard. I've had several nights this week where I've been working at home until late at night, and I also had an evening when I was in work until after 8pm.
I actually rather enjoy my work, and I know that, in the grand scheme of things, I do not work hard. I know farmers are out in the fields at 4.30am. I know kids are working 18 hour shifts for no pay in India. My own petty whinges are rather pathetic, when viewed from that perspective, and if you are a farm labourer you have my permission to come round to my house and beat me to a pulp with a mangle wurzle.
But - what I mean is - I am currently wondering what the purpose of it is. When I retire, I think that all I will really want to do is read a few books, buy some CDs and go out for a nice meal or two. Probably the most expensive thing I'll want to do is go for a holiday. None of these things cost a fortune.
It's a rat race baby. And you've been caught.