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Before I post this, I apologize for the content length:
Yeah this one hurts, because I've heard it all my life yet in MOST situations when I research a job and think "Hey that could be alright!"
There's always some nasty hidden majority of it that seems to exist solely to make sure nobody enjoys doing it too much. Like there's some misery quotient to be filled. Misery must be some kind of profit currency as a means of doing business...
As a hypothetical example: You like working with your hands and think assembling widgets or tools might be your thing. You romanticize taking pride in your work and imagining the end user being happy with your efforts.
But you find that once you get there, you're a slave to some Taylorism machine that demands infinite widgets in increasingly unrealistic timespans or else. And you never see the finished product. They also ban music and glare at you like criminals the entire time.
Or perhaps you envision that hardworking but noble slice-of-life-anime vibe, where you and some cool co-workers run a coffee shop and you're determined to earn a reputation for the perfect brew... except it's just you, by yourself, and a long line of grouchy jerks, and some machine is there yelling at you if you're not doing so many transactions-per-hour and your manager is displeased because you aren't selling two-coffees-and-a-plastic-tumbler per customer or something.
Less hypothetical: People tell me I'd make a great teacher. Yeah, I don't need to elaborate on those realities. (God bless you, teachers. Seriously.)
The education system is also just a human conveyor belt at this point.
Where are the jobs that are "just okay" or "fine"? What happened to the humble honest living? It seems like everything can fit under David Graeber's "Bullshit Jobs" checklist anymore.
With job satisfaction it seems either 1:100,000 odds like "career actor" or "beloved artist" or something, or you're just in the soul-grind machine that takes a perfectly human craft or interaction and forces it through a filter of spreadsheets and "KPIs" and "metrics" and "management" that makes everyone want to stop waking up.
That wasn't too long, and it was interesting. Your posts don't need to be efficient either. ❤️
Hey that's very kind of you. Thanks! :)
Sometimes a topic hits me and I end up using Lemmy as a writing prompt haha. I'm glad if it resonates with people though. One day I'll start a blog even if people don't really bother with those much anymore. :p
Hope you're having a fantastic one!