One of the early jobs yours truly had – it lasted five years – was full of assorted details. Machine “a” had to be turned on by 11:00 a.m. and machine “b” by 3:00 p.m. Office “x” was called at 3:00 p.m., office “y” after that. Bundle “m” was picked up at 2:00 p.m., sorted and distributed to desks “k” and “l” and so forth for eight hours. In contrast, the paternal parent owned his own small business. So, he went in whenever, opened the door somewhere around the stated time and left when he saw fit. The first job was working for papa.
Many people have experienced neither extreme. They may have to be at work at a specific time and may even have appointments for specific times (appointments can be cancelled); but, there’s usually less rigidity. That kind of a job has also been held, and it was, no doubt about it, the most boring job ever held. The first job was a case of do it right, it doesn’t matter how long it takes. The later job had other people’s work dependent on what was done; so, even if only barely right, one went to the next thing. “On time” was vital.
Computer stuff is maddening. No sooner than when something can finally be workably figured out (not completely known) some factor, a minute thing, comes along that changes things to make what has been figured out unworkable. It’s Tuesday. A list for tomorrow is a need. The scooter is in “re-charge.” The bed needs attention. And, rude alerts continue (minor ones have not been mentioned). Some change has to be made; and, what that might be is quite uncertain. As of this writing, the government business is still pending.
Figuring things out is a hassle.