How do you know when the kids are growing up? When they can write articles like the Brazen Careerist can:
Bad advice: Do what you love.
I don't remember how I got to her site, but it was a refreshing bit of sobriety in a capitalistic society that allows the "winners take all" brutality to be juxtaposed against all the whiny, feel-good- about- yourself, find-meaning-in-your-work admonitions.
I laughed. I cried! And now I'm blogging it. Because, as you head into the New Year, with thoughts of making it meaningful or transcendent or just livable, sometimes you just gotta fact the facts:
Often, the thing we should do for our career is something we would only do if we were getting a reward. If you tell yourself that your job has to be something you’d do even if you didn’t get paid, you’ll be looking for a long time. Maybe forever. So why set that standard? The reward for doing a job is contributing to something larger than you are, participating in society, and being valued in the form of money.
Being valued in the form of money? I know, it's a shock to the system of people under 40. If younger people would only understand how awesome they'll feel at 40, how much energy they'll have, how much happier they'll be, well, they'd take a major chill pill from all of their life-drama and just get busy with making a bit of cash at Cogsworth Cogs, invest it wisely, and still have a lot of life ahead of them after 25 years of simple work. In fact, they'll have more than most.
Dream-jobs are mostly for dreamers. I'm sure that the guy who does my pedicure isn't doing what he loves, even if my feet are the softest and prettiest he's ever had the honor of massaging (which he does expertly, a bit of reflexology thrown in for amazing effect...mmmm!) ... where was I? Oh. Right. I mean, he's probably facing a better retirement because he's just working his ass off right now, living with a huge extended family, finding no transcendent meaning in toenail clippings, and saving every penny.
And I'll likely be working for him at Nguyen-Mart when I'm stooped with age.
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