Something I’ve come to realise is very unsual, very “un-Australian”, and one of the myriad reasons I never really fit in, is that I love my job.
This is, for the most part, an apparently unacceptable way of thinking. If nothing else, to suggest it leaves people confused, unsure how to respond, and in some cases, pissed off and resentful, because they don’t love their jobs.
It is, again for the most part, a national pasttime to dislike (or ‘hate’) one’s job.
Also Mondays, because job.
For the record, I like Mondays, too. Not like I look forward to them, although sometimes I do bounce up and down and go “Yay, Monday tomorrow”. Not often, but if there’s something I’m looking forward to doing, or to finishing off, or simply getting out of my head, then bring that Monday on.
I’d really like to grab some of these job/Monday hating people, look them in the eye, and ask them all about it. I’d love to know if they can articulate something tangible, or if it’s just “shit, I dunno … doesn’t everyone?”
One of the reasons I love my job is that I choose to love it.
I’ve also been fortunate enough to find something I enjoy doing, and to make a living out of it (despite, also, the other common belief that “you can’t make money out of writing … I beg to differ … but anyhoo). I am passionate about it, and I look for the benefits in what I do for others. That helps; it offers a sense of fulfillment, which will all know is good for our souls, and helps us to feel happier in our jobs.
I do believe the choice to like your job is a choice that many refuse to take up. Possibly because when you do acknowledge it outside of your own head, you ostracise others – or they ostracise you, because there’s more of them than there are of you. You don’t conform to the norm, and they’re just not sure what to do with that.
I’m not suggesting that everyone is in a position to do the thing they like to do, or have the luxury of choosing the job they’ve go, for various reasons. I know others who are doing the actual thing that fills them with great satisfaction, yet are working with or for complete and utter arseheads, under managers who are bullies, or in horrendous working conditions; physical, mental, and/or emotional. Not to mention financial.
Which kind of brings me to another strangely intruiging discourse.
See, because I love my job, and I state it often (partly because I really, really, really want to challenge the thoughtless and common belief too many people have) I also inadvertently project the idea that my life is wonderful and everything is rainbows and lollypops and stuff.
Here’s the thing with jobs … there are a few things.
Jobs; whether a contract, a one off service provision, employment, or whoever you’re working it, are essentially a barter system; whereby you provide energy, expertise, abilities, experience, and a range of other skills, in exchange for money.
You do the thing that needs to be done, and that you agreed to do, and you are given financial reward for it.
(Hopefully you don’t have to wait too long for that compensation of your time, enegy and skill, either.)
When you agree, and for the sake of ease, let’s say you accepted a formal employment contract, to a position, you are agreeing to all the things that are required in that position.
All the stuff that is in the job description are all the things that that job you’re being paid to do are all the things that are part of that job.
I’m constantly fascinated by people who complain about how their boss “makes them” to this or that or the other … erm, it’s your job to do it, it’s what you signed up for, and, oh it’s what you are paid to do.
You do the thing and you get the dollars. That’s the agreement. That’s the whole point of a job.
It astounds me every time. Serious questions; what do people actually think the payment they get is for? Showing up with a shitty attitude? Doing the stuff they like (which appears to be bugger all, judging by the discourse, so essentially not doing much at all) and refusing to do the stuff they don’t like?
I’m genuinely curious; what do people honestly think?
Again, I acknowledge that some people are, unfortunately, in roles where they aren’t being paid to do stuff that isn’t in their job description; sometimes doing this stuff is a good thing, and other times not.
I experience this same scenario often, personally, and for the most part, I see it as a choice. I choose to see the things that aren’t in my contract as opportunities to learn more skills, gain more knowledge, and absorb more information. It doesn’t always work out like that, and I’m merely sharing a perspective one can choose to take if one so desires.
But really, what do you think you’re being paid for? I’m curious?
Rainbows and lolly pops and shit
Even my job has elements that I don’t love. Some I’d happily avoid altogether. I don’t believe there is anything in life that is all roses, and without some thorns or weird bug type creatures that freak you out, or stuff you don’t like to do.
Some days I plod along, getting through my list. Sometimes I have things that have tighter deadlines, and other weeks are super slow and I can spend almost an entire day, copying and pasting text. It bores me stupid, and I don’t love it.
But I accept that it is part of the job – the job I love.
Not only is it part of the job, it is one of the steps required to achieve the outcome I am aiming for. It may suck, but it gets me to where I need to be.
Sometimes I have to deal with people who refuse to accept that they’ve asked me for assistance because I’m the “expert” in what I do – which is usually why they come to me in the first place. I know far too many copywriters who experience this; someone comes to you for your expertise, because you can do the thing that needs to be done, more quickly, more professionally, and significantly more likely to get the outcome they want, then they go and undo all your good, hard work.
Frustrating, but apparently they know better. Clearly. That’s why they come to you in the first place.
Or simply frustrating.
Then there are the technical difficulties. Blogs that do weird quirky things, websites that go down for no explicable reason, images that won’t upload, spending four hours on a page, only for the content to be eaten when you click save and you have to start again, access issues … the list goes on.
This week, I had an urgent project, thrust upon me at the last moment, with a lot of upper management type people waiting on me to do my thing. It was stressful, there was urgency, there was no lunch break, there was intense focus … and for me, that’s the kind of thing I love to do.
I love the challenge, I love the pressure and deadlines, and I get a greater sense of satisfaction when it is delivered. Other people don’t like this so much, which is cool. Each to their own.
All these things are part of the job, and whilst I could quite happily do without them, often, I accept that they are just a part of the thing I love.
Like snot on my children.
Like weird bug things in my hiking through the bush.
Like seriously loud farts from my husband that wake me from my slumber.
Like spending entire flights trying not to throw up as I head off to somewhere fun and adventurous.
Like the thing that you don’t like about the person or thing you love quite a lot.
You know, how your favourite handbag doesn’t have an external pocket for your phone or a zipped compartment where you need.
I just choose to focus on the things I like about the thing I do, and accept that the rest of it is just part of the package. Sometimes, they’re necessary steps to complete a project, or get you to where you need to be. Sucky, but necessary.
I just refuse to baa along with the rest of society, and hate my job without even thinking about why.
Just because I love it doesn’t mean it’s all sunshine and happy. Or even that I’m always happily satisfied with it.
It does mean, however, I am happier, and I get a lot more enjoyment out of it.
It’s your choice, really. Whatevs.