There was a letter to the editor in our local paper recently claiming that what was wrong with the economy in this state was the percentage of jobs dedicated to making objects was too low and everybody else was a parasite. The writer was dead serious: if you are an auto mechanic, say, or a doctor, you are a blood-sucking parasite because you do not create widgets of any kind.
So yah, people have really destructively weird ideas about work.
The guy who hung the drywall in my basement came in one Monday and told me he'd spent the weekend hanging drywall in his niece's basement for free. "I'm crazy, I guess, but I love what I do," he said. I felt the need to reassure him that I considered this sensible, not crazy, but he was seriously looking apprehensive about admitting this to someone who was paying him. Like I was going to call up the main contractor and say, "Yah, I'm going to pay you $200 less. Take it out of Rob's wages. He likes hanging drywall, so I figure the love of the work should be reward enough."
And yet maybe he should be worried, because there are people who think the same of me, of us. So.
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So yah, people have really destructively weird ideas about work.
The guy who hung the drywall in my basement came in one Monday and told me he'd spent the weekend hanging drywall in his niece's basement for free. "I'm crazy, I guess, but I love what I do," he said. I felt the need to reassure him that I considered this sensible, not crazy, but he was seriously looking apprehensive about admitting this to someone who was paying him. Like I was going to call up the main contractor and say, "Yah, I'm going to pay you $200 less. Take it out of Rob's wages. He likes hanging drywall, so I figure the love of the work should be reward enough."
And yet maybe he should be worried, because there are people who think the same of me, of us. So.