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You Work For A Moving Company


As do I. As does everyone. No matter what you do, the end result is that things start in one place at the beginning of the day, and they end up somewhere else at the end of the day.

Every job requires you to do essentially the same thing — move stuff around.

Sometimes it’s moving physical objects around, like a mechanic moving new tires onto a car and moving old tires to the recycling heap. Or like a chef moving ingredients to a bowl and moving them around and moving them to the oven and waiting a bit and then moving them to a plate.

For professions like writing or computer programming, it’s moving very tiny 1s and 0s around on a hard drive. For professions like psychiatry or acting, you’re moving yourself and your vocal chords as a tool to move around neurons and pathways and chemicals inside the brains of others.

I think you get the point.

Really, working for an actual moving company is the truest profession of them all.

It doesn’t matter what you do, or if you work at all, we all just wake up, move stuff around and go back to bed. Our tools are different, the results are different, but we’re all doing the same thing.

Right now I’m moving my fingers to move keys to move around 1s and 0s which move around pixels on your screen so that bits of your brain move around to convince you that you work for a moving company.

Because you do.

I’ve said it before: we’re just ants on a rock in space and that’s okay.