And also hoping that another one will be doing that in the times to come...
Incidently both have been my flatmates....
“Anchorlessness – that was to be one of his chaotic concerns in that uncertain year; battling a sense of waste was to be another. Other fodder too, in the farrago of his mind, self-pity in an uncongenial clime, the incertitude of his reactions to the place, his job and his inability to relate to it – other abstractions too, his niche in the world, his future, the elusive mocking nature of happiness, the possibility of its attainment”
------ English, August: Upamanyu Chatterjee
When is one satisfied with one’s job? What happens when one is not satisfied? Is a bad job really Bad?
Some obvious questions and some obvious answers later, I found the silver lining.
To set the perspective straight, job satisfaction and B-school students seldom go hand in hand. So those who are from B-Schools or know people from B-School will tell you, “Nobody is bloody satisfied. I want his* job and he* wants mine”
(*Gender bias is not intended).
Disillusioned with my job,
Seeking some solace,
I found some
Thanks to a friend’s grace.
My friend said to me,
“Come, take the job I do,
I do nothing and you can do it too”
The dreams of doing something
That will make some difference,
Well is just a dream.
But I said to myself
You are lucky my friend,
by doing nothing, you can at least dream of doing something
that will make some difference
Than end up doing Something
Where doing “something” is the only difference than doing nothing
This was pretty much summing up my feelings towards the job certain while back. What am I doing here? Where am I heading? I hope this road is leading me somewhere.
But as I said in the beginning, there has to be a silver lining. And I found one, thanks to another friend of mine. Well, a bad job makes you realize what you have been missing or what you always wanted to do. Something, which in your heart you had always wanted to do but “social norms” had stopped you in your steps.
A musician, a painter or a follower of pure science. A bad job helps you rediscover yourself.
Lets say what if we end up doing something which even though not something we really like, keep us satisfied enough to keep us interested. Then self-rediscovery is a good bye.
So when somebody leaves a cushioned job and a lifestyle that goes with it, just because it’s not what his heart wants- it’s a brave decision. And it’s a decision that can be attributed to A BAD JOB.
Though the catch here is that you should know what your heart wants. I for one have no clues, perhaps what I really want is somewhere very near to the job I am doing.
But my friend knew what he wanted to do and he has his heart set on it. And like it’s in case of a fighter, the biggest weapon in his armory is having it in his heart to fight it out. I wish my friend and other fighters like him, All the best! Mates. May you get what you seek!!
Because if people did not go after what they sought, an Elvis would have at best ended up owning a fleet of truck (May be the largest in the world) or an Arnie instructing in some non-descript Gym or a Tendulkar moving files in some office. Or a Columbus remaining in the continent of Europe and not discovering the resource rich land of America.
So God Speed you my friend.
And God speed the institution of bad jobs, which makes people introspect and go in search of self-rediscovery.
