I’ve
just had one of my recurrent moments of clarity.
The
world would be just fine if there was absolutely no one doing my job. Sometimes
that’s a hard pill to take, but it also lets some of the pressure off, or,
rather, it should.
You
see, everybody likes to think their job is important.
Except
for me, perhaps.
The
only way in which I view my job as important is that it allows me to support my
family, my hobbies and my pedestrian vices. Not for nothing, but that oughtta
be good enough, don’t you think?
Today
is a day where I seem to be surrounded by people who disagree. I have been
bombarded by emails with words like “Urgent”, “Very Important” and, in one
memorable case, “Hot! Hot! Hot!”
Where,
I ask you, do they grow these people?
Let
me be clear, I take pride in doing a good job and I believe that I do, but the
words “Procurement Analyst” will not appear on the spiritual resume that I
present at the sorting time in the great beyond. “Loving husband”, “Conscientious
Father”, “Amateur Writer” and “Tolerable Actor” will be the sort of accomplishments
I intend to laud. Success or failure of these endeavors will have to be audited
at the end of the road.
Success at my job
means taking home a paycheck.
So what’s the
point of all this? I couldn’t say with any certainty at this point.
If I were to use
myself as an example (only because I have all the background data), I would say
this, “Relax. Don’t make your job into a lifestyle unless you’re saving lives.
That way lies tears and eventual madness, or, at the very least, brutal
disappointment.”
Make happy your
goal. Then you are always working on the right thing.
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