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   classes of work enjoyability
Wednesday, August 28 2019
Ramona was with me at work today and I took her on her three customary walks. The longest of these was the middle one in the late morning, when we walked through the local municipality's firestation back to the field where I normally do my dog walking. Along the way, Ramona found some cream-filled cookies, which I stopped to let her eat. These might've been the cause of some serious flatulence later in Hurley.
The workday was a busy one much like yesterday, full of complex problems for me to solve. As I've mentioned before, this is the kind of work I love to do, particularly if it results in tools that will simplify solving the next occurrence of the same problem (or, better still, a tool that solves a more general class of similar problems). You could actually class the happiness I have with work into separate levels by their nature:

  1. Class zero: I am doing low-to-moderately skilled work that isn't particularly creative, and doing it takes up my time, preventing me from doing my own work. Examples include painting a wall.
  2. Class one: There is no work to do, but I am being paid to be there. I can work do my own work on the sly.
  3. Class two: I am solving difficult problems but not building tools that solve the same problem should it recur in the future.
  4. Class three: I am solving difficult problems while building tools that will solve them in the future.
  5. Class four: I am solving difficult problems while building tools that solve a class of problems of significantly larger scope.

Back at the house, I quickly painted a lovely picture of Diane the Cat on a three by three inch canvas, thereby buying myself the freedom (under my self-enforced liquor rules) to drink tonight. Later I took a bath, switching from alcohol to kratom tea for the duration. I find that I don't much like drinking alcohol in the tub, and that if I drink some sort of tea instead, I can go back to drinking alcohol later without much risk of a hangover.

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Flowers outside my workplace.


Flowers outside my workplace, with a chimney.


Diane in the grass.


Diane in the grass times four.


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