Do What You Love for a Living
Recovered: 04.26.2006
[A response to a 'careers' thread on Those Internets]
I once met a guy that dropped out of college because as he ignored a lecture in lieu of watching a guy mowing the lawn outside the classroom, he decided he'd rather be that guy outside cutting the grass than the guy teaching the class, or sitting in an office. He has a great tan, a great smile, and a healthy stomach lining to this day. Who's to say he was wrong?
I am envious of the terms 'job' and 'career' used around me, because I haven't known what that was like for about 12 years. What I do is a 'Duty', and that makes me a 'Schmuck'. What I do doesn't allow me to ever be off, so it simply is what I Am. I could be standing on the goddamn South Pole, and would still be what I am paid to be 8 hours of the 24 I work, it seems. Even if I quit, I would be held to the standard of what I 'was'. That makes it pretty goddamn awful.
I am also furious with the quality of life my 'career' provides for me and my family, but I happen to think there is a strong possibility that it is the most important job on the face of the Earth, so I do it. If anything, to keep someone else from having to deal with this shit. I also, however, bear in mind that maybe it's NOT that goddamn important, and no one else would hire me...but I am here, all the same.
What am I saying? I love my 'job'. I just hate the way it is Run*. (*Saying 'how it is Operated' gives it credibility it does not have.)
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As for my other true-to-the-word job, because the first was all consuming and really making me...irritable in general, I started another one stick by stick and wire by wire with my own two hands, and as it happens I love that one too. Not the subject or product per se (though making people feel good about themselves and boosting their confidence with a simple process is in a different league, but the same sport as taking care of folk with their backs are against the wall [albeit necessitating armor and pistols to do so, instead of high-voltage lamps]), I love it for similar reasons as others--the satisfaction of doing it on my own. It's my business, and I started it from the first license and lease to the last piece of bead-board and Post-It™. And because it's something more 'normal', it makes me feel more like a 'normal person' myself. And folks, it may not seem like it...but that can be pretty goddamn hard to do.
"Do what you love for a living, and you'll never 'work' a day in your life."
I completely agree with it. Just make sure it's a match with what you can do, and if your match is dealing with shit and brains and corpses, you'll never work a day in your life. Like me.
Splash.
[A response to a 'careers' thread on Those Internets]
I once met a guy that dropped out of college because as he ignored a lecture in lieu of watching a guy mowing the lawn outside the classroom, he decided he'd rather be that guy outside cutting the grass than the guy teaching the class, or sitting in an office. He has a great tan, a great smile, and a healthy stomach lining to this day. Who's to say he was wrong?
I am envious of the terms 'job' and 'career' used around me, because I haven't known what that was like for about 12 years. What I do is a 'Duty', and that makes me a 'Schmuck'. What I do doesn't allow me to ever be off, so it simply is what I Am. I could be standing on the goddamn South Pole, and would still be what I am paid to be 8 hours of the 24 I work, it seems. Even if I quit, I would be held to the standard of what I 'was'. That makes it pretty goddamn awful.
I am also furious with the quality of life my 'career' provides for me and my family, but I happen to think there is a strong possibility that it is the most important job on the face of the Earth, so I do it. If anything, to keep someone else from having to deal with this shit. I also, however, bear in mind that maybe it's NOT that goddamn important, and no one else would hire me...but I am here, all the same.
What am I saying? I love my 'job'. I just hate the way it is Run*. (*Saying 'how it is Operated' gives it credibility it does not have.)
__________
As for my other true-to-the-word job, because the first was all consuming and really making me...irritable in general, I started another one stick by stick and wire by wire with my own two hands, and as it happens I love that one too. Not the subject or product per se (though making people feel good about themselves and boosting their confidence with a simple process is in a different league, but the same sport as taking care of folk with their backs are against the wall [albeit necessitating armor and pistols to do so, instead of high-voltage lamps]), I love it for similar reasons as others--the satisfaction of doing it on my own. It's my business, and I started it from the first license and lease to the last piece of bead-board and Post-It™. And because it's something more 'normal', it makes me feel more like a 'normal person' myself. And folks, it may not seem like it...but that can be pretty goddamn hard to do.
"Do what you love for a living, and you'll never 'work' a day in your life."
I completely agree with it. Just make sure it's a match with what you can do, and if your match is dealing with shit and brains and corpses, you'll never work a day in your life. Like me.
Splash.
posted by Longshot! [Sane] at 6:37 AM
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