One ordinary American has volunteered to participate in a very unique experiment. He’ll be stranded in small town America with the task of getting out alive.
He will travel six of the harshest miles on the planet in an effort to make it back to Civilization. (A game on his home computer he sometimes plays when he’s not busy with Minecraft and/or World of Warcraft and/or many other forms of crafting.)
It’s a punishing test and will take at least 2-1/2 hours over the period of an entire month. He’ll battle hunger, fatigue, personal embarrassment, slippery footwear and an unforgiving assortment of assholes in vehicles that will make getting out alive nearly impossible.
To give him a fighting chance he’s been equipped with basic resources and three minutes of survival training.
His only lifeline to the outside world is a GPS beacon. If he can’t hack it on the streets, he’ll push the button summoning no one on Earth who gives a shit.
This is not a contest. There is no million-dollar prize waiting for him at the end of the journey. The naive fool has no idea how long it will take, or how far he must travel. He must rely on his own inner will if he has any chance to get… Out Of The Chair.
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“You gotta love what you do.”
For me, work is an ongoing exercise in fighting natural and innate human tendencies. For example, if you think your boss is screwing you in a myriad of ways, you might be tempted to embark on a route of passive resistance. Maybe something like steal from the boss? After all, he/she deserves it, right? I’ve felt the allure of this particular demon but so far I’ve found the urge to resist. It’s a little something to cling to: Even in this bleak landscape I can find at least one little thing to feel proud about. I am still me and they can’t change that.
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