We are what we eat? Try we are where we work.

So the common saying "We are what we eat" is a common misconception. Throughout my year and a half at best buy it has astounded me how much a job can control me. Jobs have such control over a person based on the amount of time they spend at them. When I worked at dunkin I put about 20 hours a week into it and couldn't have cared less. Now I work roughly 35 a week with school and I have noticed I picture myself more in uniform then in regular clothes. It makes me sick how much commitment I give to my job. I can see now how people really do see themselves as their career and when they lose their career they lose their identity. At first when i started retail I thought an 8 hour shift was so long and now it is just another day. Just think to yourself how much time you are going to spend in your life working and it can be really upsetting. So here comes the question of whether someone who is a workaholic their whole life or even someone who works 9 to 5 religiously but has a lot of money is happy, or is the person who works very little just to get by. Does the workaholic really have enough time to actually enjoy their riches? People escape reality in their workplace. At work they are their job, outside life doesn't exist in the moment (in most cases) and people can just forget. My whole job consists of helping other people, by the time the day is over I don't want to help anyone, not even myself. Jobs are draining and it astounds me how where you work becomes who you are.

Bloggers.

Bloggers used to annoy me so much. They were always the people who seemed to just push their lives on others and were always very egocentric. I never understood the theory on blogging, I thought it was just ridiculous. Little did I know first my girlfriend starts a creative photo blog (which I must admit is pretty cool), then my sister starts her own blog. I just always thought it took a certain person to get into blogging and that person wasn't me. I always thought to myself why would people care what others have to say and about all of their random crap they throw up on the interwebs. Well I guess I still don't understand, I guess I am bored and just want a new hobby. I guess I am turning into a blogger.... God help me.