Sunday, September 16, 2012

An Entitled State of Mind



I have a theory – if the work week was 4 days instead of 5, my life would be exponentially better. I would have more time to snowboard, more time to travel, and more time to shove tequila in my face. 

I also think I should be allowed to work remotely from my job for a few months in say, Paris … just for the summer. I also want to move to NYC for a year and then maybe come back to L.A. My job is technically “online” so that should work right? 

I also think I should make A LOT of money. Or at least enough to buy a cool condo at some point, take at least two vacations (everyone knows you need a “beachy” trip and a “Europe-y” trip). Oh, which means I probably need MORE vacation time than the two weeks allotted.  
  
I also need time off for all my friends’ weddings, bachelorette parties, and weekend getaways to Vegas or Napa. Which means I also need more green for those things too. 

You see what I’m proposing is a 4-day work week , yearly 3-month sabbatical , 5 weeks’ vacation time and a MAJOR raise to pay for all of it. And the workplace should be fun. You think it sounds crazy, but in my mind I think it sounds fair. Oh … and I should probably be the boss by now. 

This is how we think -- and by “we” I mean “generation Y”, the 20 and 30-something adults out there who think we are entitled to bigger pay days, better, more fun jobs and less work. We want the yachts and the kids and the vacations and clothes and the newest iPad 20. Not only do we want it, we think we deserve it.

The sad part is America was built on people working for nothing, toiling in fields and factories and the term “vacation day” wasn’t in the dictionary. My papaw picked cotton and fixed cars and worked 7-days a week, 365 days a year. He died with no debt and a fat bank account. I could never do that. 

The sad part is, I’m not admonishing the entitled state of mind … I’m pointing out that even though I describe it half-jokingly, I still want it (no really, I think it's possible). And in this terrible age of celebrity culture I’m not sure I’ll ever stop wanting it. Because we’ve all been ingrained with FOM, the “fear of missing out” -- as some of my friends refer to it.

We see everyone else travel the world, drinking at happy hour, going to fancy dinners, clocking 20 hours at the gym, and typing furiously away on their blackberries for their UBER important jobs … and it makes us want all those things, all the time. But this isn’t Venus people, there are only 24 hours in the day.

And the bigger problem is, that to get all those things we want, we gotta work for them, and work is just plain terrible.

Unless you’re Kim Kardashian, then you can just whore yourself out on camera.

2 comments:

  1. Well, I tried whoring myself on camera but it brought only chump change, albeit the SAG medical plan, once, and alas, a reel that came from Chaplin's era. It's hard to put struggling, yet valuable experiences into a monetary meme. We all want to have fun and be productive but the vast majority of jobs are mundane, low paying, slogging grinds going nowhere but into the future via the low, yet noble road. I was fired from my last reporting gig for being too truthful. I can take that charge but it ends at the same place. Out.

    Luckily for me, shooting my mouth off on the Internet for years got me a wonderful woman who has means beyond anything I could earn doing anything, although it does have limits given how much good things cost these days. Now I have Love, a new house, and a new suv. A small one. My novels are still unpublished. Our family history, Patriot on the Kennebec, is. I don't know who papaw is but he sure isn't my uncle Harold, who adopted and raised your mother. He managed but was strapped his whole life. Still, he got through. No one gets ahead working for wages. No one. That route is for getting by.

    Anyway, you're both invited to come to Sun Valley to ski/board. It's one of the things we do here.

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  2. These can be fun. http://www.narrativemagazine.com/node/181953

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