|Full moon over Westbrook's|
I've known many people who were unhappy because their work was not meaningful - maybe that was more common in the 1960's and 70's. But I've noticed that most of the work in this world is very indirectly related to reality, like doing the quality control on bearings or heck, underwear elastic. I myself had jobs I thought were unimportant and meaningless. One was being secretary to a group of engineers who kept the calenders running at Firestone. So, Firestone made tires, they are made with calenders, who cared? Now I see it better - if you can be involved in the making of a good product that's needed, if you can bring a pleasant attitude to that, it's not meaningless just because your own work is very indirect (typing letters).
|Full moon, impressionistic rendering|
This morning I called my doctor's office to get an appointment about this painful rash. When I told the receptionist I thought I had shingles, she said "Oh, you poor dear." And you know, I felt a little warmer: somebody knew what it's like. I believe there are few jobs in which you don't have the opportunity to be kind, helpful, even compassionate. A friendly face, a smile - these things are meaningful in this suffering world, and probably more important than you think.