Why Most Americans Hate Their Job
I have a good friend who is an artist. He paints. His style I shall call Whimsical Realism. All his realistic masterpieces have some kooky whimsy that focuses his attitude about the Subject (Victim? Ha!) of his skill. He is generous to his subjects; he has heart.
He shows it in many facets in each painting he does. In one painting, deer hunters sit in front of a home theater, wearing fatigues, with heads of stuffed animals mounted above them – victims of their passion – looking down on them as they watch a deer hunter slowly bring his rifle to his shoulder on the DVD machine. In another painting, a baby, eyes wide with wonder, floats spread eagled about six feet above the fireplace mantle of a middle class living room, and we can imagine behind us it is only the ceiling keeping this baby from floating off with the weather balloons!! And in another painting, a pretty girl has been stopped by a policeman, leaning into her window to talk to her, while a strapping young man, in the seating position and the steering-wheel-grasping position of your midnight in-the-’hood drag racer, looks on this scene, through the policeman’s car windows, with attraction and disdain. Yes, she is a knockout and were the policeman at HIS window, he would be signing a ticket by now.
Paul is an artist. Paul comes and goes as he wills. He invites us over every Friday night, and while he paints, we play sea shanties, folk songs, rockabilly songs, rock ‘n’ roll songs. It inspires Paul. Someday, I tell him, I am going to do a video of him bringing a painting into existence, and we will post it to video sharing sites!! Every month, on the FIRST Friday, all the downtown galleries open up for a night of hour’des vours and Art.
Paul had a fellowship in Provincetown two summers ago, and is represented by a gallery in Columbus. He makes money from his work. GOOD money. He doesn’t insult his public by sniffing at people confused by his work, and telling his friend behind their backs, “I am EDUCATING them!”
No. Paul paints what people want: he seeks to understand how to convey the feelings he knows his public want to FEEL when they encounter his work.
Paul is not free. He owns rental properties in order to have positive cash flow. He has renovated two commercial buildings and has business tenants in one of them. He answers his phone at midnight when a tenant’s toilet is hopelessly plugged. He walks to his tenants’ units the first of the month and collects rent. He pays bills. He writes checks and puts them in the mail. He lives on a farm and has restored an old summer kitchen along with the farmhouse.
According to our other friends, Paul works and works and works and works. Well, Paul doesn’t see it that way. He may not make enough to live simply by painting now, but look out in the future! He is in it for the long term.
Paul’s situation is a bit precarious. What if a couple of tenants don’t pay the rent? What if paintings simply don’t sell?
Maybe it is a precarious position, but Paul is following his CALLING. Everyone else in the work farce envies his liberty. But will they take risks for the sake of their OWN calling? That remains to be seen.
In today’s regimented office environments, in any building type, security is paramountt. In return for half a paycheck every other Friday.they are loyal to jobs they hate, and they come home to pour themselves into projects like model railroading, hang gliding,etc, k at hobbies they love, all the time having to quell the voice in their heads that they OUGHT to be doing what they LOVE. They OUGHT To be experiencing God’s Favour. They OUGHT to do it whether they are paid or not.
But instead they work to fulfill some other person’s goals, or to prop up another person’s ego all the while despising themselves for doing so. This makes the minutes tick by like HOURS. They had a vision when they were 10 years old that they would be an ATTRACTION snd would do something IMPORTANT..and instead, because they seek the total security with (of) their resources, they repel people. They repel increase…they repel the good life and their lives become pleas for more poverty and want. You don’t solve this problem by chasing money.
Americans hate their jobs because they hate themselves. They hate themselves because they are too cowardly to strike out and go hungry for a week, a month, finding the work that Needs Them, and that They Need. They are trapped in communities of negativity who simply tolerate them. Because of this, any new idea brewing might be stillborn it in someone’s mind.
It rots there.
Cosmo Dookelo… is a freelance writer and journalist. You can learn more about the financial state of the Free and the Brave at http://www.mmmcarlscout.com
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