Have you ever had a crush on a ‘dumb’ job? Something that takes up a lot less brain space and lot less stress than your current high-pressured profession? You’re not alone.
Many professionals fantasize about doing a job that seems easier and nicer than their own, a job in an environment where everybody seems happy. “Wouldn’t it be nice to work in a cake shop,” says the head buyer of a major department store who is regularly putting in 13 hour days and taking work home. “Everybody is happy in cake shop. If I worked in a cake shop, I could have my cake and eat it too!”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to be a Turkish barber,” wonders a stressed out systems analyst who is neither Turkish nor handy with the razors. “Everybody is happy at the Turkish barbers, all those men dozing under their hot towels.”
Well, dream on, stress bunnies, because quitting a stable but high pressure job to make cakes or shave other bloke’s stubble is not the easier option you might think it is. When the going gets tough, the tough don’t get going. They stay put. They know the cake or barbershop scenario looks great from the customer perspective. In reality, it would be less money, probably more physically demanding work, and to the outside world of co workers in your field, you will look like you’ve a) fallen on hard times or b) had some sort of breakdown.
But there is another breed of dissatisfied worker who hasn’t quite done the maths of professional extreme down shifting. This worker escapes to the heaven of the local greasy spoon at lunchtime, a joint invariably staffed by young, smiling, eager to please kids or genial, avuncular older men with Italian accents There is the welcome hiss of the Gaggia machine, cheerful but not too loud pop music, and happy, hungry chatty people bent over steaming plates of spaghetti. There is friendly banter, talk of holidays, and such a warm , cosy, maternal feel to the place, coupled with all that nursery food, it’s like a womb with a view.
So nice, in fact, that it would probably be a great place to work. How hard can it be? Make some sandwiches, pour coffee, slice cake, natter with the customers, who you will come to regard as friends. Sure, there would be cut in pay, but you’d get free lunch every day, and wouldn’t it be worth it for the never having to answer to that slave driver of a boss again. After the lunch time rush, you could probably just sit at a table, eat cake and do the crossword.
Except you couldn’t , because you’d have to clean the tables, wash the dishes, mop the floor, refill the salt, pepper, ketchup and vinegar dispensers and do lots of other chores you’d never think about in your fantasy job because it would wreck the fantasy.
Well, wake up and smell the Swiss water process decaff, guys. A hard time at work is a hard time at work and you’ll get through it. It’s great to follow your dream, but if you dream is for a simpler working life , a job where you think you don’t have to “think”, think again!
What are your “dumb” job fantasies? Have you ever jacked in trading shares to flip burgers and found it a deeply rewarding experience?
Tell us your stories.