Although I am sometimes irritated by the superior, “cool dude” tone in which the book is written, I’m pleased, validated, and amused by Timothy Ferriss’ The 4-Hour Workweek. Achieving the life Ferris describes, as you might guess, requires a lot of hard and smart upfront effort and quite a bit of persistence. However, the author seems to suffer from the same rage to learn that plagues me.
After my first 6 months in my first corporate job, I realized that I could accomplish everything that was required of me in 1-2 days a week. Bored sitting in the same chair, interacting with the same people five days a week, I wanted to be allowed to have five diffferent jobs each at the salary I was earning. I knew that such a schedule would allow more vacations and total breaks from work, the “walkabouts” Ferris raves about. I was less resentful of not being able to travel the world than I was at the requirement that I drag out 1 days worth of work into 40 hours in a gray cubicle.
This author offers one more data point to my theory that if you are even minimally above average in performance ability, working a “normal” job is a waste of your time and likely to be extremely frustrating — in a sense, what you’re being paid to do is to not be productive in any of a gazillion areas of life and to spend your energy and creativity perfecting your imitation a slower person!