THAT FUTILE FEELING
That feeling extends even to white-collar workers like Keiji Nakahori, a salesman for an Osaka paper manufacturing company. “Sometimes I ask myself just what it is I am working for, what my goals are,” Nakahori said. “I can’t afford to buy a house, because land prices are too high. I can’t enjoy myself by playing golf or tennis because club memberships cost millions of yen and public facilities are always packed. Even driving on weekends is painful because the traffic is so terrible.” Nakahori shook his head. “I often wonder if I am only working so that I can spend three hours commuting to my office each day. “If that is the case, then I think I must be a fool.” From the Chicago Tribune, October 21, 1990
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