Welcome back friends. This week I’m going to talk about jobs and professions. I’m a security officer at a well known retail chain. Most of you know this and a few of you don’t. I am happy to have a job in this current financial climate and I will never complain about it, even though I know I am capable of much greater feats. I enjoy the majority of what I do without ever really feeling ecstatic about my day’s work. To me it is a job – do as I’m told, give it 110% and never complain unless warranted.
The end of the month is supposed to be a joyous time, where my bank account bulges with earned currency from the previous month. It’s supposed to take me back to a time where I have a bit of pocket money from completing my chores to go to the sweet shop with and ask the nice man behind the counter, "Ten of your best penny chews please!". Unfortunately the reality of the situation is more like walking several miles to a well with a rusty bucket, filling said bucket to capacity with sweet, nourishing drinking water, then returning home and finding the bucket virtually empty due to a sizeable hole at the base of it. I look forward to pay day every month, it is like a mini-Christmas, but when it is time to unwrap the metaphorical presents there are just socks and pants inside. Rent, phone bill, loan repayments, credit cards and other financial leaches suddenly come to life. They chase me down a cul-de-sac where, eventually I turn to face them and hand over the money I worked so hard to never see. With what little left I cling on to I decide to blow on boozy nights I won’t remember, petrol for my unquenchably thirsty car and junk food that just goes straight through me.
I have never really cared about what people do for a living. If I meet someone new and they tell me their job title I instantly forget. Not because I am ignorant or disinterested, but because I have no real need to know this information from someone I have just met. There are so many people who are judgemental when they first meet someone that I think it really shouldn’t matter. If someone told me that they are a traffic warden or a banker I wouldn’t care. I would make uncomfortable jokes and sideways digs at them but I wouldn’t judge them on how they make money. They are paying their taxes and national insurance like everyone else in the working class. I have been guilty of taking the piss when I hear people say job titles that are ridiculous or unusual, this is what you have to expect from me I’m afraid, but I would want to get to know the real you before I decide not to like you.
Some people say “you are your job.” This may be true if you are a doctor or a celebrity, but not if you are a bus conductor or a car park attendant. Never feel like someone is better than you because they are doing something more worthwhile. I believe we all are useful in our own way. For instance, who would my sisters shout at if I wasn’t here to annoy them? Who would impatient people push past in the street if I wasn’t barged out of the way? Who would be started on by a drunken man as a result of clumsily knocking his pint out of his hand in the local bar? I am here to take that burden away from people, ergo I am a worthwhile citizen of this Earth.
I also don’t care about how much more people make than me. Money is a wonderful thing to have if you respect the power it has over you. I believe that when I eventually do make the sort of money that would give me financial comfort, I will appreciate it more due to the situations I have been in as a direct result of my past immature approach to money. If you tell me your salary I will be interested to hear it, but not particularly excited for you unless, in some way, that money is coming my way.
Well time for me to wrap this up, thanks for reading. Look out for a bonus blog this Friday!!!
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