RUINED FOR WORK – THE BEST JOB EVER

Exactly two years ago — to the day — WordPress ran this same prompt. This was my answer. It hasn’t changed. The past doesn’t, really.


Daily Prompt: Money for Nothing

I had been looking for a job that would let me flex my hours so Garry and I could spend time together. It was difficult. He worked terribly long hours, gone before the sun came up and not home until it was dark again. Ironic. Most people think reporters work “a few minutes a day” because that’s all they see on the news. Not true.

To get those few minutes of finished news on the air, they drag themselves through every kind of weather — blizzards, hurricanes, bitter cold, unbearable heat — and endless traffic, from one end of the state to another. They are often on the scene of the worst imaginable horrors before the first responders arrive.

And they have to look good while doing it. Without a break for lunch or even a bathroom. Someone once commented it’s like being in the army, just without the uniform.

His days off were Wednesday and Thursday. That meant we had barely a few minutes after work to meet and greet each other. Everything else waited until vacation. By which time Garry was exhausted and needed two weeks of sleep to recuperate so he could go back to work again.

The good part of his job? He loved it. I think everyone in the news business is an adrenaline junkie. The thrill of getting the scoop, tracking down the story, coming up with a different angle on something every other station is also doing and sometimes, finding new information to crack open a case. Garry loved his work. He didn’t love every single moment of it, but he loved most of it, loved knowing he could make a difference, shine a light into a dark corner and fix something that had been broken.

When I married him, I married his work. No whining about him missing all the family events, never being around to help with the housework or the shopping. I knew from the get-go I’d be keeping his dinner warm for whenever he got home. That was the deal we made. We didn’t spell it out, but we both understood. We were social equals, but his job came first. Period. End of story.

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One day, I got a call. A large HMO was looking for a technical writer to put together documents for their various computer programs. Aimed at users, this was entry-level stuff. For me, used to working on really complex software, it was a piece of cake — with icing.

I went to the interview. Bad part? It was a part-time job, paying (25 years ago money was worth more) a retainer. I would be paid for 20 hours a week at $25 an hour, less than my usual rate. But it was a retainer and all you freelancers out there know that there’s nothing better than a retainer. I might work all 20 hours, or no hours, depending on what was going on. I would not be required to go into the office. At all. Ever. I would work from home or wherever I and my computer might be, including the back porch of the house on the Vineyard.

It was half the money I’d been earning, but I could take free-lance gigs to make up the gap.

I took the job. This was a job from Heaven. When I accepted it, I figured I’d be working most of the 20 hours. It turned out … there wasn’t any work. Or almost none. Weeks and months went by. I would call to find out if maybe they’d forgotten me and didn’t they want me to do something? No, everything is fine, they said. No problem. We’ll call you. Once in long while, they did call and for a few days, I worked. It was almost a relief. Even though it was writing I could do in my sleep.

For a couple of years, I got a steady paycheck for which I did essentially nothing. I did a bit of free-lance stuff here and there and was obliged to bring a laptop with me when I went on vacation, just in case. It was the dream job: getting paid and not having to work for it.

One day, I picked up the Boston Globe and discovered the division for which I worked was being disbanded. Apparently someone noticed that no one in the department actually worked. So I called my boss, Anita.

“Anita,” I said. “I was reading the Globe this morning. Does this mean I have to look for a new job?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “We all do. But you’ve got three or four months, so you should be fine.”

I couldn’t believe it. They were taking away the best job in the world. I was going to have to go to work, show up at an office. Stay there all day. What a horrible thought!

I went job hunting and found what would turn out to the best real job I ever had. The best colleagues and absolutely the greatest boss. But it was work. I had to think (a lot), learn (like getting a masters in advanced object linking in a couple of weeks), synthesize, design documents, write them. Back to meeting deadlines. My 2-year paid vacation had not eliminated my skills. I was as good as ever. But.

Never again would I feel comfortable in a 9 to 5 job although I worked them for twenty more years. I got terribly restless. Just having to be in one place for all those hours made me itchy. I got my work done and done well, but I was spoiled. No regular job felt right.

I was ruined for the real world.

 



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19 replies

  1. It seems when you both work, it is always the man that gets the priority, but that’s life I suppose. I can imagine that news work is a complete stress, so you have to live in it and with it. I think if we didn’t have the stress that comes with a job, it would be boring. Working in export was fun, speaking to people all over the world, delivering the goods at the right time and getting the payments fixed with L/C or whatever until one day you notice that things move on. When I stopped working it had become a boring job. No. 1 did that, No. 2 did that, No. 3 did the next part etc. etc. No individual responsibility. I have a feeling that your dream job would also not be such a dream job today. It all revolves on profits.

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    • I knew when I married Garry that his career would be the important one. It was part of the deal. I had known Garry for a very long time and he was entirely career-driven. I wasn’t. I liked what I did, but it was a way to earn money. My work wasn’t central to my sense of self and it WAS boring, mostly. Tech writing is not glamorous, but it paid well and it was clean. I didn’t have to dig ditches or work in the rain.

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  2. What a dream job! I have had similar thoughts about teaching–it’s a demanding job, but the summers off are so great that I felt ruined for any job that worked through the whole year.

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  3. Did the clouds mean job of Job? I surely can relate to not wanting an office job, but for years I had one, although with perfect freedom and fun. Fun then, probably not fun today. My inner person did not begin to appear until I was almost sixty. Probably a blessing, for the person I had adopted put money in the bank, however modest.

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    • Clouds = dream job? Pie in the sky? I don’t know. Found it on Google and borrowed it. Not one of mine. I had some wonderful jobs … running a newspaper was more fun than anything else I ever did. And my few years at Doubleday were wonderful. That was the ONLY time I got paid for not working at all and it is hard to beat that. I did have a few jobs that were so much fun I would have done them for free just because they were so great … but that was not the rule. Those were the few really terrific work experiences.

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  4. That was a DREAM job you had.

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