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I view work as slavery out of necessity.
The movie "The Matrix" was a good metaphor.
We're all living/breathing batteries for these corporations, they use us up, we go home, we recharge, they use us up some more, repeat ad nauseum.
Money is the tie that binds.
it's open source slavery, we're allowed to seek a new headmaster at our own "free will" but the thing that never changes is that we're required to have these headmasters unless we want to lose access to things like stability, showers, a place to sleep, your car, the gas that goes in your car, your "social network"--Cell Phones, Internet, and so on. It all runs on money.
to quote fight club, the things you own wind up owning you. You have this sense of pride to maintain, a standard of living, and as it climbs, you jump through the hoops to make it happen. a trailer park, an apartment, a rental house, a mortgaged house, a mansion, a complex.
I personally don't like being associated with my job, these job titles are faceless, no personality. The person you see as a cashier at wal-mart will be known as "a cashier at wal-mart" in your mind, the human interaction is forced and minimal. You take your stuff without knowing thier name, who they are, or what they'd rather be doing instead of helping you get checked out.
i dunno, I too, have to go check in with my overlord/headmaster soon. To earn more money, to give it away again.
We "purchase" money with our mortality, we purchase our chains with our money.
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