High tech may be working against us
Toiling,—rejoicing,—sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night’s repose. (From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Village Blacksmith” (1840) in which the poet extols the proud yet humble nature of the working man.) A lot of folks say they hate their job. Their coworkers are idiots, the boss is a pompous ass, and the pay sucks. The only reason they don’t quit is that there aren’t a lot of opportunities out there, and without any ...
