Hating your job is the antithesis of carpe diem. Rather than embracing the precious few
moments you have in life, you consciously decide to dedicate your one and only
existence to working on that which you do not believe. It’s perhaps the most dangerous and self-destroying
habit you can have. It’s even worse than
drug addiction or alcoholism. An addict
at least tries to get the most out of
life – it’s just that their method is usually wanting. Those who hate their jobs know that what they
want out of life and what they do every day are in direct contrast. But they do it anyway.
It’s taking the most precious gift you will ever receive,
pissing on it, lighting it on fire, and throwing it out the window.
I’m not talking about menial labor or less-than-ideal
employment. Everyone would rather be a
rock star than a janitor, but there is no shame in doing difficult or
unpleasant tasks. I’ve had jobs ranging from Taco Bell to basic labor and
janitorial work. Someone’s gotta take
out the trash – and sometimes that someone was me. Dirty work never made me feel bad about
myself.
But being a lawyer certainly did.
A few months ago, I quit my job as a lawyer. I had hated it for years, but I kept doing it
anyway, because the economy sucked, and I was being paid what was, by my
standards, a good amount of money. I was a small cog in a large wheel,
representing the largest companies on the planet in their attempts to avoid
liability for whatever misdeeds or mistakes they may have made in the
past.
I don’t want to overstate how nefarious the law firm I
worked for was. My old law firm probably
had more in common with General Electric than with the dastardly law firms you
see in movies or TV. Most of the crap we
did was dull and stultifying, performed for the highest bidder. But it was rarely evil -- just soul-destroyingly boring, and entirely unfulfilling.
But the entire time I was there, I wasn’t doing anyone
favors but myself. And by the time I left, even that wasn’t true.
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