I can tell it is a slow Friday at work for y’all. My blog stats are up, despite only having one post up today on account of travel! Stats are always highest during the work day. When I used to work an office job I swear some days I thought I found the end of the internet. I know what goes on out there. They key is to position your desk in such a way that your boss can’t see what you are doing. (That is if they can’t monitor you.) That way you can be playing video games and shit, but you’ll be so quiet that they will think you are a diligent worker. I once worked somewhere where there was an extremely high turnover rate. After about a year, except for management, I was the longest serving worker. Someone remarked that the reason I lasted so long was that I was always at my desk, quiet and hard working. I was playing Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out when they made that comment!
So if you read my blog while you are at work I understand. I support it. There are a lot of soul-crushing, mind-numbing jobs out there. American is full of jobs that bring zero meaning to one’s life. As well as working office jobs I was also a janitor for awhile, among other things. Today on the van ride home I was thinking that at least when you are a janitor and you clean something, or you mow a field, it looks nice. Even if it doesn’t last you can be proud of it and it increases of the quality of other people’s lives. Kids can play on a nice newly cut field. I’m not saying you didn’t do a lot of stupid shit as a janitor, you did, but at least you had tasks where you could take pride in your work some days. Some of those office jobs were beyond meaningless. You almost felt that the work you did was so meaningless that you somehow were going back in time creating more work, instead of getting anything accomplished.
Why is it that we value some people’s jobs more than others? Often that value has no real connection with a job’s value to society. (Hey it’s Friday afternoon. I thought it would be a good time to raise these questions. If you try really hard you can black out enough over the weekend that this blog will be a long distant memory!) All I’m really trying to get at it that we should not be so quick to judge those who have jobs that we find undesirable. Society would be pretty bad if the blue collar workers all got up in quit, but the world worked just fine before the internet.
And don’t think I am casting judgment from down on high because for the moment I am making my living as a musician and don’t have to work a day job except for on occasion. Even if you aren’t willing to hear the argument that being a musician is not as glamorous as you think, there is no guarantee that this lifestyle is going to last. Second, I’m pretty sure that if the deal goes down, and World War III starts, that playing a guitar will most likely qualify you for cannon fodder!
But its ok. I am used to non-sympathetic treatment. I remember one time my brother and I were riding tractors mowing grass on a super hot summer day. A local denizen, who knew we were both musicians, was jogging by and asked my brother how our day was. Covered in grass, bitten by flies, and sunburned, my brother replied that our day was pretty shitty. To which the citizen replied, “Why don’t you sing me a fucking song about it!”