The “perfect” job. Some folks say it pays six figures and has an office with a view. Others swear by dependable co-workers and a great boss. Many argue for ample resources and creative freedom. Most settle for a consistent schedule and days off. And the rest just want the same one, until retirement.
As I look back on the jobs I’ve worked, my wages have been quite modest; even when salaried. If my office had a window, it usually overlooked a parking lot. At one time, my office was even in a central supply closet. Yet, I appreciated the privacy for patient phone calls. And I kept a positive attitude and a strong work ethic.
Unfortunately, some jobs were always short-staffed. Others lacked a cohesive board of directors. There were arguments over finances, greed, or both. Some were fraught with middle-aged bosses that threw temper tantrums. And for too many years, I’ve watched talented and dedicated workers quit their jobs. Those that weathered abuse, in turn, took their frustration out on fellow co-workers. And those co-workers eventually, withered away. All were stuck between a rock and hard place. Some were fighting for what remained of their dignity. And others, to keep a roof over their head.
At a minimum, it was unhealthy and discouraging. You know, like when you must bring your own toilet paper and pens to work? No, I’m not exaggerating and yes, it happens. And in some cases, there was blatant abuse. You know, like when an irate boss throws something at co-workers? The fact is, dysfunctional people thrive on dysfunction. Unfortunately, there’s only one thing that’ll ever be clear, obvious, and consistent in such environments. That’s the dysfunction itself.
Long-term relationships, stability, growth, and success will be sacrificed. It occurs moment by moment, day by day, and person by person. While healthy people and marginal businesses may survive from one year to the next, few, if any, thrive. And none will reach their full potential. However, in a healthy environment, dysfunctional habits are culled immediately or “nipped in the bud”. Why? It ensures positive and continuous growth of people and profits. They are both priorities. And they are both an inseparable part of a healthy “bottom line”.
I’m fifty-years-old and I now have the “perfect” job. I’m yoked alongside Keith, as a homesteader. No, it doesn’t pay six figures. And we still purchase our own toilet paper and pens. But…
We are rich in creative opportunities.
We reap what we sow.
We’re paid in hugs, kisses, priceless memories, healthy food, fresh air, and exercise.
Tantrums are restricted to the two-year-old’s. (The only exception is for when the baler breaks down… on the only dry week in the summer… and only when the parts are on back order… and only when you crush your own hand trying to fix it.)
Our office has a window with a million-dollar view.
Any bosses not only give a shit, they haul it, too. They’re hardworking and reliable. They are compassionate and trustworthy. Their sole focus isn’t on money. And they aren’t in it for a quick killing. They’re in it for life.
All profits are shared, with plans for generations to come.
We never have to clock out early. There’s ample overtime. And we won’t be forced into early retirement. Speaking of which, our I.R.A’s are growing by leaps and bounds. They’re alive and well, on all four hooves.