Comments on: The human dilemma https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/02/the-human-dilemma/ Sun, 19 Apr 2026 21:38:00 -0700 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Jody https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/02/the-human-dilemma/#comment-5304 Jody Sat, 03 Sep 2011 16:28:46 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=3406#comment-5304 <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRmFEpl74sI&sns=fb" rel="nofollow">Every day a hustlin'..... Every day a hustlin’…..

]]> By: FrankC https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/02/the-human-dilemma/#comment-5294 FrankC Sat, 03 Sep 2011 06:31:48 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=3406#comment-5294 I have never considered myself a "self promoter". I was ambitious, which seems different from self promoting to me. For quite a few years, I think that I was ruthlessly ambitious. The ambition set in at some point after I got signals that I was very good at my job. My father was a technician, and many of my early friendships were blue collars, so ambition did not come natural to me. The ambition petered out in 10-15 years when I decided I was smarter than all my bosses. They figured it out too so it was pretty much a stalemate from then on. :) I really liked working for myself, being so smart and all, but I guess my old bosses were even dumber than I thought, since being smarter than them was not enough to get me rich. I try not to let myself agonize over the things I never got around to doing. I just tell myself, hell, I could have done that if I really wanted to. :) Most of the time that satisfies me. Being alone is good. I get as much alone as I want, in fact, occasionally I feel compelled to come out of my cave to find some human contact. Sometimes I think I trained them too well. :) I have never considered myself a “self promoter”. I was ambitious, which seems different from self promoting to me. For quite a few years, I think that I was ruthlessly ambitious. The ambition set in at some point after I got signals that I was very good at my job. My father was a technician, and many of my early friendships were blue collars, so ambition did not come natural to me.

The ambition petered out in 10-15 years when I decided I was smarter than all my bosses. They figured it out too so it was pretty much a stalemate from then on. :)

I really liked working for myself, being so smart and all, but I guess my old bosses were even dumber than I thought, since being smarter than them was not enough to get me rich.

I try not to let myself agonize over the things I never got around to doing. I just tell myself, hell, I could have done that if I really wanted to. :) Most of the time that satisfies me.

Being alone is good. I get as much alone as I want, in fact, occasionally I feel compelled to come out of my cave to find some human contact. Sometimes I think I trained them too well. :)

]]> By: Jody https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/02/the-human-dilemma/#comment-5291 Jody Sat, 03 Sep 2011 02:00:49 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=3406#comment-5291 I guess I am smack dab in the middle. When I was building up a clientele as a hairdresser, and in my early twenties, I *tried* self promotion. I worked long arduous hours...usually seven in the morning until nine at night. I was good though. Very good. I could and still can do a quality hair cut in ten minutes. That made some of my clientele upset though because they felt they deserved more time and effort. I was married to the clock. I would over book. It was about the number of services I could squeeze in per day. My boss loved me of course. I was miserable after awhile because I felt, even then, I had lost something in gaining a huge following. I have never worked well with a team. That mentality makes my skin crawl. My life is slowing down. I hate the word *perfect* because there is only one way to go...down. I have not blazed any trails. Never will. Now...anything that would allow me the freedom of being alone is what appeals to me. I guess I am smack dab in the middle. When I was building up a clientele as a hairdresser, and in my early twenties, I *tried* self promotion. I worked long arduous hours…usually seven in the morning until nine at night. I was good though. Very good. I could and still can do a quality hair cut in ten minutes. That made some of my clientele upset though because they felt they deserved more time and effort. I was married to the clock. I would over book. It was about the number of services I could squeeze in per day. My boss loved me of course. I was miserable after awhile because I felt, even then, I had lost something in gaining a huge following.

I have never worked well with a team. That mentality makes my skin crawl.

My life is slowing down. I hate the word *perfect* because there is only one way to go…down.

I have not blazed any trails. Never will.

Now…anything that would allow me the freedom of being alone is what appeals to me.

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