Sunday, October 19, 2008
Loving one's job
Browsing through myriad of wonderfully crafted bottles and impeccable floral notes, finally I got a perfume for Ma. I hurriedly stumbled to the Geschenk (gift section) with a hope that I was well in time to get it wrapped.
I expected to get the bottle enclosed within the folds of some shiny gift wrap in a haste and pushed across the table, commodifying the gift and the sentiments attached to it. But I’m glad I was proven wrong. For across the counter, I saw one of the happiest faces in my life, who left me with an inexplicable experience which transcended the real value of the gift.
Despite of the fact that the clock had already struck the closing hours, the lady at the counter abstained herself from compromising on her job. Years of experience reflected as she bestowed a wonderfully crafted look to the gift. How and what she did to make the gift look the way it did , might be of an iota of interest to me few weeks down the lane, but the fact that she did it all with a smile will surely reverberate.
She didn’t “clock-the-time” nor mumbled "Thank God it's Friday!" Her face reflected what she thought about her job. And if I’m to believe in precision guesswork, I would say, she loved every bit of it!
Would a little bit of candid envy hurt? For as compared to her, sometimes I feel my job as a researcher, is no more inspiring than a grindstone in a flour mill.
Struggling through competing priorities, sometimes I question myself, why do I need replace every waking hour of my day with work? I might as well do as little as I can, for as much money as I get, and run back home as early as possible. Additionally, on umpteen occasions I tried solving the equation between my potential and my job, but never reached a L.H.S = R.H.S scenario!
The statistics supporting the numbers, where one lands up with a job synchronous with the individual's skills, might not be significant. I have been witness to the serious repercussions which crop up, being, an overqualified employee getting horrendously bored and an under-qualified employee drawing a highly stressful and aimless career graph.
Professional dissatisfaction makes us withdraw into ourselves and make the least of our opportunities. With no augmentation to our growth as an individual, we work just for the sake of paying our house rent and electricity bills! Which indeed is a very sad situation.
One’s job might not be as fascinating as making music, as much fun as raising a farm or as dreamy as painting. And I might not be able to give a fair verdict on THE ideal job, one that will invariably give you a sense of absolute satisfaction, because I need to figure it out for myself first! But one thing is of prime certainty. If you do, whatever you do, with utmost sincerity and a smile, it will always fetch you happiness as a by-product. And I wish to add, this refers not only to your workplace but any and every job in question.
I remember my dad used to say, "If you’re washing clothes, really wash them!"
A rag-picker or a nurse cleaning bedpans in a hospital might be happier about their work as compared to a high profile technocrat. Our work is as irredeemably discouraging or encouraging as we make it, and how, I got to learn it myself.On my own behalf, I would like to take that first step.