An illustration of someone who evidently enjoys her job. Photo courtesy of teflonline.teachaway.com
WHO SAYS YOU CAN’T ENJOY WHAT YOU DO FOR A LIVING?
I remember a few years ago reading something online about people who were stressed out, burned out, and generally unhappy in their jobs, the article offering suggestions on how to cope with that.
I also remember reading one particular comment in that section by someone who apparently was a miserable jerk because he wrote that those who were miserable in the workforce were nothing but whiny crybabies who need to understand…
A. That work isn’t supposed to be enjoyed, but is supposed to be difficult, which is why it’s called work, and,
B. People who feel otherwise are losers who need to get over it and feel lucky they’re earning a paycheck.
If I ever came face to face with this guy, I would tell him in no uncertain terms that he is nothing but a mean bully who a firm believer in misery loving company.
And who is just plain wrong.
Bluntly put, a career need not be eight hours of hell following orders from bosses who are essentially schoolyard bullies or supervisors with the mind of and who behave like slavery-era overseers.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand that sometimes a person has to do whatever is necessary to survive, and to keep a roof overhead and the family clothed and fed if he or she has one.
I know this because like probably 98% of the world’s working age population, I worked at jobs l absolutely hated, ranging from telemarketing to working in retail, particularly at a luggage store in the early 1990s that felt much like a prison sentence, I hated it so much.
The minimum wage salary I made peddling luggage and handbags felt like blood money, as I felt that the only difference between me and a slave on a plantation was that I got a paycheck.
Those dark days were the product of me believing that making money however possible was the most important thing, and I eventually learned that nothing can be further from the truth – at least as far as I am concerned as I can’t speak for everyone else.
That luggage salesman gig taught me once and for all that you have to like what you do for work, else it’s just not worth it in the long run, and especially when you factor in mental health as I suffered from a couple of nervous breakdowns and some suicidal thoughts stemming from my unhappiness in some of the jobs I had.
There’s an old saying…
Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.
No statement can be more truer than that.
Here’s my point:
A person needs to have a passion for whatever job or career he or she may be involved in.
Happiness, enjoyment, and work satisfaction are essential or else bitterness and depression will set in; I know this because that’s what happened to me.
It was wanting to enjoy my work – as well as being able to work without some bully or overseer, I mean boss or supervisor, micromanaging me and telling me how much I need to improve or flat-out suck, looking for faults and reasons to fire me – that is the reason why for almost ten years I’ve been an online writer with two blogs (including this one) and working on a book about my life and struggles as someone with Asperger’s Syndrome in mainstream society called WALKING ON EGGSHELLS.
Which is getting closer to being finished and ready for (self) publishing, by the way.
While it hasn’t been the most lucrative venture, I can safely say that I very much like what I do and am pursuing my passion.
My message for all you folks who are hating on their jobs is this…
Unless you would definitely be on the street if you quite your hated job today, you don’t have to suffer through misery, because life is too short.
Go paint or work with kids.
Write a book like I’m doing.
Or anything else that you have a passion for.
Find your happiness.
It may the thing that will restore your mental health and save your sanity.
It’s my hope that everyone can find this. Photo courtesy of idealistcareers.org