Which would you choose, my valued readers?? 😕
Money can’t buy happiness – but it makes looking for it a whole lot easier and keeps you a lot more comfortable till it arrives. As a rock star once said, “You can moor your yacht much closer to it.”
I have been poor and happy – at the very least, contented – all my life. I’m willing to take a chance on being uncomfortable, sitting on a big pile of hard cash. I don’t think that I would be like some lottery winners, who blow through a $million or two in a year, and wind up homeless. With the financial training that I received from my parents, I think that I would be far more rational with a big win. Someone once told me that I needed professional help. I replied, “Yeah, a cook, a maid, and a gardener should do it.”
WHILE WE’RE TALKING ABOUT IMPOSSIBILITIES
Faint as it is, the chance of winning a big lottery is more likely than finding the perfect job. I don’t believe that the perfect job exists. Motivational speakers urge you to, “Follow your heart. Find a job you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life. Start your own business.” Doing What! I doubt that I can find someone who will pay me to solve crossword puzzles and research German verbs.
And you’re still working for someone. Even self-employed, you work for yourself –and I make a terrible boss. The only motivation many of these speakers have, is their income, not yours. One confided to the wife that he was not making enough money so, counter-intuitively, he raised his rates. Psychology says that someone who asks for more, must be worth more. He was getting more gigs, at the higher fee.
This blogging thing is the closest I’ve come to the perfect job, and I still have deadlines, production problems, and surly staff. Much as I would miss my treasured readers, I would sooner be able to afford to read more, and travel much more, seeing the world in fact, and in print. I might even have to join Facebook, just so that I could publish pictures of me on the Lido Deck, sipping a Mimosa, eating yoghurt, and holding a copy of Portnoy’s Complaint, in Cozumel.
I would love to shed my Protestant work ethic, and be supported in the way that I want to become accustomed to. What about you?? Could you be happy, being a lounge act, or do you feel the need to be productive? And what would your perfect job produce? 😕 😀