Friday, 29 August 2014

loving one's job...

They say that if you find a job you love, you won't have to work a day in your life... I haven't... so I guess that means that I will keep working...

I had very vague and undefined dreams when I was a kid about what I wanted to be when I was older... I did not know exactly what I wanted to do until I decided I wanted to be an artist and just paint for the rest of my days! My choice of future did not pass my parents' control, they said I was going to die penniless and forbade it (and if you knew my family you would get the irony of it...) but they "allowed" me to become an architect... right, more irony there, is it half of them unemployed or even more?!... Anyway, I did not make to be an architect either... but I did get an engineer's diploma... and my dreams shrunk to the size of "I want to have a secure job that allows me good quality of life"...

"Be careful what you wish"... Well, I should have been; my wish came true and for many years I actually also liked what I was doing... not "love", but "liked" a lot and, though I was still working, it was very much ok... Not any more... things have changed... I will not go into details but what I do want to say is that it must be pretty damn fabulous if one wakes up in the morning and looks forward to jump off the bed and get started doing a job they love! This cannot be an urban myth, no, I do believe that there are people like this, I wish them all the best in the world, even if it reminds me that somewhere along the way I must have made a mistake...

Yes, it must be great to love what you do everyday, to not dread it, to not loath it, to not get depressed when the weekend is over but to, maybe, even be happy you will go back to work or even not wanting to stop for the two days! Yes, it must be "better than shoes" to love your job and be happy doing it day after day... I will not know I guess... but I will still think it must be awesome!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

From 12 to, say, 22 I was going to be a composer. No, really. My parents had nothing to say in the matter. For them, any job you could keep, without being afraid of what what you are going to eat next week was a good job. I'm not sure where they put composer, but they said nothing either to encourage or discourage.

But at the back of my mind, I knew I would not be a composer. Part of me knew it was a romantic dream. Looking back, it really was like that: I was in love with the image of Beethoven with his artistic vision, struggling against an uncomprehending world. I also knew I would never, ever, have the contacts you need to work in the music world. So I studied electronics as well as music.

It was only later that I discovered my true love was maths (don't laugh).

The good news is I like my job. Mainly because it is a bit challenging but I think I do it pretty well most of the time. Just that feeling of doing a not-very-easy thing well. It makes me happy when the weekend is over.
@T

CC said...

Dear @T, I would never laugh at one's love for maths ;9 I would never laugh at one's love for anything really... except if it was something out of an episode of "Criminal minds"... Anyway, I am truly glad to hear about about people liking their job and I do remember (as I wrote) the time I used to like mine... Funny, I had exactly the same feeling as you mentioned, doing something that is not so easy well... I miss that... I wish it was still the case... I wish it was in my hand to change back to what it used to be... I better stop, I sound too gloomy...
Have a great day at work ;)

Anonymous said...

Dear @CF,
indeed, the daily fight to be allowed to do your hard thing well, the daily feeling that doing a good job is not what you are wanted for ... it is depressing. Really.
I am sure you have colleagues who know and value your work, even if others don't, even if one of the others is your "boss".
I really hope things will get better. I think they might; but not soon :-(
@T