Work gets a bad rep sometimes. The hours are too long. The pay is never enough. The expectations are unrealistic. The stress is sky high. The injuries add up. But this entry is not about that, it’s (annoyingly) about all the things right with work.
The company that I am pouring my youth into recently expanded dramatically, and I am finding myself in places that I’ve never seen before; rural towns with one main street, regional centres recovering from floods and droughts, and proud primary producers surviving on the whims of Chinese trade. Tonight I am in a small town’s ‘best motel’ (insert your own connotations). I look around and marvel at the best in studio living. There is a kitchenette with a counter top, a lounge chair, a bed, and a thoughtful unit consisting of wardrobes, aircon, television and bathroom. I had very tasty pork tenderloin with mushroom sauce brought to my room. The peanuts are complimentary.
Earlier in the day I saw the red earth raked into waves for planting.
I saw clients in a dubious office with two doors and no soundproofing.
I edited resumes.
I ate really greasy lunch that would have made America proud.
I told my regional manager that she should be a golf commentator.
I ran down the street during a thunderstorm.
I passed a ghost-town housing establishment for the Indigenous Australians.
I made tea in a closet.
I high-tailed it when the conversation around me took a disciplinary turn.
I led co-workers astray and cackled.
Work gets a bad rep. But it can be awesome too. It’s not about the bonuses, raises, and outcomes for me (though who doesn’t want to get paid more for what they are doing?). It’s awesome how I get to experience so much and gain the type of perspective that I couldn’t achieve on my own.
And on days like this, I realize how incredibly lucky I am.
Tomorrow I’m waking up early to write. I’ve already sussed out the kitchenette. It’s stacked with tea. Very thoughtful.
The company that I am pouring my youth into recently expanded dramatically, and I am finding myself in places that I’ve never seen before; rural towns with one main street, regional centres recovering from floods and droughts, and proud primary producers surviving on the whims of Chinese trade. Tonight I am in a small town’s ‘best motel’ (insert your own connotations). I look around and marvel at the best in studio living. There is a kitchenette with a counter top, a lounge chair, a bed, and a thoughtful unit consisting of wardrobes, aircon, television and bathroom. I had very tasty pork tenderloin with mushroom sauce brought to my room. The peanuts are complimentary.
Earlier in the day I saw the red earth raked into waves for planting.
I saw clients in a dubious office with two doors and no soundproofing.
I edited resumes.
I ate really greasy lunch that would have made America proud.
I told my regional manager that she should be a golf commentator.
I ran down the street during a thunderstorm.
I passed a ghost-town housing establishment for the Indigenous Australians.
I made tea in a closet.
I high-tailed it when the conversation around me took a disciplinary turn.
I led co-workers astray and cackled.
Work gets a bad rep. But it can be awesome too. It’s not about the bonuses, raises, and outcomes for me (though who doesn’t want to get paid more for what they are doing?). It’s awesome how I get to experience so much and gain the type of perspective that I couldn’t achieve on my own.
And on days like this, I realize how incredibly lucky I am.
Tomorrow I’m waking up early to write. I’ve already sussed out the kitchenette. It’s stacked with tea. Very thoughtful.
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