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. When I was eight years old, I told my parents that it wasn't fair that the garbage collector earned less than the doctor. My father explained that the doctor studied and, therefore, was entitled to 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 the fact that the garbage collector was already doing a more unpleasant job. Besides that, should he earn less? I told my father that everyone should earn the same and that some would earn x in a more rewarding job and others the same x in a role not so pleasant, according to each one's ability, but that this should not interfere with the earnings.
Of course, no one agreed with this premise. But the idea that we should pursue a career that we find enjoyable, remained in my mind forever.
Have you ever noticed that workers, in general, sacrifice themselves by doing a job that oppresses them, humiliates them, wears them down, consumes them, generates diseases...? They do it from Monday to Friday and have no life, but sublife (that's why it is said that work gives subsistence, subexistence
). They sacrifice themselves from Monday to Friday to be able to enjoy a weekend of leisure or rest.
I have never seen work from that perspective. I have always believed that it should be pleasant, fun, enjoyable, stimulating. But that clashed with the concept that work has to be something you do against your will, for money. This generated the syndrome of I'm glad it's Friday
and what the hell is Monday
.
If we ask any employee if they prefer to be there, working, or at home resting, or doing sports, or traveling, etc., almost all will agree that they are only there, working, because they need the money.
Let's admit that this is not a pretty vision. The consequence of this is that many people sabotage the company or the boss. If they can, they stay there doing nothing, wandering around, going for a coffee, talking to their colleagues, cluttering up the productive machine. That is, when they don't take home a ream of paper, a stapler or anything they can steal to compensate for their frustration.
In the 1990s, a survey was conducted to find out how much time an employee of a company 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 of the day for your whole 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 the post during the entire workday. Of course, in some professions, this concept is changing to the home office. But let's be realistic, there are still few.
From the book Sucesso, Professor DeRose, Egrégora Books.
Pocket Sucesso