We’re Becoming Slaves to the “Working Day”

We’re becoming slaves to the “working day”

by Mark Pavilons Like the dwarves in Snow White, I “owe,” so it’s off to work I go. Day in and day out, month after month, year after year. After so many years of climbing the ladder, who isn’t tempted to simply “walk away?” Just ask The Box, who proclaimed in their 1984 tune Walk Away: I caught myself dreaming of an open field In October when the wind turns the sky to grey I could stand still there in the middle of the hay Could do nothing but …

Becoming a slave to the working day

MARK PAVILONS Like the dwarves in Snow White, I “owe,” so it’s off to work I go. Day in and day out, month after month, year after year.After so many years of climbing the ladder, who isn’t tempted to simply “walk away?”Just ask The Box, who proclaimed in their 1984 tune Walk Away:“I caught myself dreaming of an open fieldIn October when the wind turns the sky to greyI could stand still there in the middle of the hayCould do nothing but to wish …