Das Paradoxon der Arbeit

Tag für Tag gehen wir zur Arbeit. Aus einem Grund, der nicht immer ersichtlich ist. Charles Bukowski hat dazu mal seine eigenen Meinung formuliert:

How in the hell could a person enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress,  force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were aked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?(Charles Bukowski)

"Drunk is when you feel sophisticated, but you can't pronounce it ..."