ANSWERS: 21
  • A little of both....
  • right now an even measure. More of a necessity.
  • Unfortunately at my job, for money.. at home, for pleasure.
  • Money only.
  • money, really who works at mcdonalds for pleasure
  • Unfortunately neither.
  • for me it's both....i just love braiding hair, but the bills have to be paid too. If people who take the bills, work for pleasure and don't take money, i will too........lol
  • I WORK for money which results in PLEASURE in the shape of a happy girl thanking me for all the WORK I do.....a completely satisfactory, vicious circle.
  • money unfortunately though I do find pleasure in my work. Miss being able to be a stay at home mom even Part time but I can't cause I have to work for money
  • for duty.. includes money and pleasure
  • To live.
  • i work to keep from losing my freakin' mind!
  • Money is Pleasure.
  • Only where love and need are one and the work is play for mortal stakes is the deed ever truly done for heaven and the future's sakes Robert Frost. Two Tramps in Mud Time After I wrote this, I realized that the whole poem should go in here so it's in another answer on here. Read it, it is one of my very favorite poems of all time. Thanks.
  • Money. I don't like my job much, but it's necessary, especially when you're studying at the same time. Hopefully, some day I can get the job I really want, and therefore enjoy the act of bill and rent paying.
  • Two Tramps in Mud Time (I put a part of this as an answer but it is too good so here's the whole thing) Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put me off my aim By hailing cheerily "Hit them hard!" I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind And let the other go on a way. I knew pretty well what he had in mind: He wanted to take my job for pay. Good blocks of oak it was I split, As large around as the chopping block; And every piece I squarely hit Fell splinterless as a cloven rock. The blows that a life of self-control Spares to strike for the common good, That day, giving a loose my soul, I spent on the unimportant wood. The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, A cloud comes over the sunlit arch, A wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March. A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight And turns to the wind to unruffle a plume, His song so pitched as not to excite A single flower as yet to bloom. It is snowing a flake; and he half knew Winter was only playing possum. Except in color he isn't blue, But he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom. The water for which we may have to look In summertime with a witching wand, In every wheelrut's now a brook, In every print of a hoof a pond. Be glad of water, but don't forget The lurking frost in the earth beneath That will steal forth after the sun is set And show on the water its crystal teeth. The time when most I loved my task The two must make me love it more By coming with what they came to ask. You'd think I never had felt before The weight of an ax-head poised aloft, The grip of earth on outspread feet, The life of muscles rocking soft And smooth and moist in vernal heat. Out of the wood two hulking tramps (From sleeping God knows where last night, But not long since in the lumber camps). They thought all chopping was theirs of right. Men of the woods and lumberjacks, They judged me by their appropriate tool. Except as a fellow handled an ax They had no way of knowing a fool. Nothing on either side was said. They knew they had but to stay their stay And all their logic would fill my head: As that I had no right to play With what was another man's work for gain. My right might be love but theirs was need. And where the two exist in twain Theirs was the better right--agreed. But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For Heaven and the future's sakes.
  • $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
  • Both. Honest work gives a great feeling of satisfaction and pleasure, and anyone who says they don't like making money is bullshitting you.
  • Money!
  • for Both
  • To maintain my household and to serve the public with the abilities God has given me.

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