Keep the Glove wrote:
GuvmentDood wrote:Take this for what you want. I'll probably get hammered for this but..
I graduated thinking I wanted to teach. I hated it. After a year I quit. I worked a few other jobs here or there, none of whom I liked. Finally I decided that I just didnt really care that much about work. It's just not what drives me to live.
I got a government job. It's in the department that oversees insurance regulation in my state. I dont make a lot, but I get tons of vacation time, holidays, a pension (you dont get that in the private sector) and a 401k. I have set hours, no weekend work, no overtime, & good insurance benes. My time is f#cking MINE!
In some ways I "check out" because I'm not climbing a corporate ladder, chasing dollars or getting a big bonus. On the other side I can take nice vacations, I can run, I can take long weekends to hike, go boating, etc..
There are worse ways to live.
I am not hammering you, but do you have a family?
See, I feel the same as you. I really require very little to be happy as an individual. Time and space to run. good music. Good beer. Good food. Culture.
The thing is, once I had a family, I wanted things for them. Private school, membership to a country club so they had a safe place to swim, play tennis, etc. Nice vacations. Nice dinners and gifts for my wife.
Do they need those things? No. But it became something I wanted them to have. They'd be fine in public school and it is crazy to think they need to go to a country club. My wife was a hippy when I met her, she doesn't care at all...
I am not obsessed with that stuff. I still wear the same clothes and teach my kids to be happy with very little, but something about being able to provide those things became appealing.
It is hard to explain... It's like being privileged makes it easier for me to promote a modest existence, if that makes any sense. I am not saying I am right, but that is what steered me into a higher wage profession that requires me to work a bit harder for the man (than I would like). I am by no means a workaholic, though. I would never cross that line.
I see what I just wrote as a weakness, not a strength (Just an FYI for those who want to attack me).