A casual glance at my cell phone in the early hours this morning brought my current status back with a thud. As you all know I am currently ‘on hold’ with regards to life in general whilst I conclude issues outstanding from the accident. The email contained a job description that read word for word as if I had written it myself. The communication was the result of recommendations from a number of old colleagues, which is always nice. The shining glow on the email though was the location, Sydney NSW.
If it were within my gift I would have replies with a resounding yes, in fact the declining email was torturous to compose. I do hope that such opportunities will still be around when I regain my ‘life mobility’. This lost opportunity made me reflect on some other views from the weekend. Over the weekend I had noted, with a slight pang of envy, those that earn their living in the town. Not the business owners and operators but the day to day employees, in particular the bar staff. I know that for some the wages from this work are too small and I feel some sympathy for those youngsters trapped into a low wage cycle.
I have posted before about the general malaise in English youth that stops them travelling or working away. This is a generation with expectations that will never be met living in a country that won’t admit it. Anyway I have some sympathy just not very much. For me this is not bar staff, it’s not a career despite the recent trend for bar apprenticeships. Bar work is a wonderful experience and there is nothing like seeing youngsters confidence blossom before they fly the nest in search of a career. But young bar staff are not supposed to stay, they are a transient resource and that is right after all nobody has bar work as a career aspiration for their children.
But there is another group, usually older, that does stay in the pub world. It was this latter group that attracted my attention, albeit idly, over the weekend. It was the look of carefree satisfaction in a man setting up for work at 11:00 on Sunday with a view of the ocean. I passed him en route to the garage to pick up some test kit for a CCTV install and just marvelled at the air of calm. As I raced to complete my trip, concious of the need to write a report for work, I wondered whether such stresses ever bothered him.
Life for so many people is a stroll to work and just enough money to pay the bills. There are no engineering puzzles, no complicated reports or stressed evenings. Are these people luckier, healthier or more relaxed than me? Once they have settled into the principle that they won’t be changing the world or driving a sports car unless they win the lotto are they at peace? These people won’t have checked their email at 2am, there is no need. If they had checked they wouldn’t have found fantastic opportunities, they don’t happen. But this morning they will walk to work smiling and not stressing over missed opportunities.
I guess life is a pond and some of us glide gracefully along in small circles not making waves. Like ducks we are content to laze away our time in the pursuit of soggy bread. That is not for me, I cannon ball into the pool of life and generate huge waves, love it or loathe it I have no choice it is just who I am.