I love my job. Though it is certainly a challenge, I’m working with dedicated people who believe in me and who I’ve come to trust. I think we’ll be able to accomplish some great things.
I hate the tools of my job, namely, the computer. It destroys the mental life, bombarding it with a never ending stream of visual stimuli.
I earn a living by using a computer.
This ‘living’ is torturing me.
"Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio. Sed fieri sentio et excrucior."
"I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you may ask? I do not know. But I feel it to be happening and I am tortured." Source: Catullus 85
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