From an early age, I couldn't see myself working in something that didn't gratify me. I didn't even see work as a source of income. At eight years old, I told my parents that it wasn't fair for the garbage collector to earn less than the doctor. My father explained to me that the doctor had studied and, therefore, deserved a higher salary than the garbage collector. And that, for that very reason, I should study, to get a good job and earn well.
In my childish logic, I questioned that the garbage collector was already doing a more unpleasant job. On top of that, should he earn less? I told my parent that everyone should earn the same thing and that some would earn x in a more gratifying job and others the same x in a not-so-pleasant function, according to each one's ability, but that this should not interfere with the earnings.
Of course, no one agreed with that premise. But the idea that we should pursue a career that is pleasant to us has remained in my mind forever. Have you noticed that workers, in general, sacrifice themselves doing a job that oppresses, humiliates, wears down, consumes, generates diseases...? They do it from Monday to Friday and don't have a life, but a sub-life (that's why it's said that work is to provide subsistence, sub-existence
). They sacrifice themselves from Monday to Friday to be able to live a weekend of leisure or rest.
I have never seen work from that perspective. I have always believed that it should be enjoyable, fun, pleasant, stimulating. But this clashed with the concept that work has to be something you do against your will, for money. This generated the thank God it's Friday
and what a drag it's Monday
syndrome.
If we ask any employee if they would rather be there, working, or at home resting, or playing a sport, or traveling, etc., almost everyone will agree that they are only there, working, because they need the money.
Let's admit that this is not a pretty sight. The consequence is that many people sabotage the company or the boss. If they can, they stay there doing nothing, stalling, going for a coffee, talking to colleagues, clogging up the productive machine. This is when they don't take home a ream of paper, a stapler, anything they can subtract, to compensate for their frustration.
A survey was conducted in the 1990s to find out how long a company employee actually works in an eight-hour day. The conclusion was that they work, effectively, for a maximum of two hours. So, why waste your existence in there, the other six hours a day, throughout your life? Wouldn't it be better to do your part in two hours and then go home? But we are victims of the paradigm that the employee needs to be at work throughout the workday. Of course, for some professions, this concept is changing to that of home office. But let's face it, there are still few.
From the book Sucesso, Professor DeRose, Egrégora Books.
Pocket Sucesso