“I’m takin’ what they’re givin’ ’cause I’m workin’ for livin'” – Huey Lewis & The News
Have you ever looked up from your day job and thought, “What the heck am I doing here?” Maybe your boss claimed your work as your own or your co-worker called in sick (again!) and you’re stuck covering his shift. Or maybe you work with someone who takes themselves way too seriously and has a nasty habit of tattling all your foibles to your boss for no other reason than to make them look better. I’ve been there (and I have the t-shirt!).
I remember the good old days – when I was a teenager – when I enjoyed going to work. I had fun running the salad bar at Rax Restaurant. I steamed the broccoli and added hot water to the cheese powder to make melted cheese. In between tasks I cracked jokes with my co-workers, and after we closed at night, we turned on the big boom box and jammed while we cleaned. I remember being tired, and smelling bad, but feeling really great about “working for a living.”
Then, I had to get a real job so I could provide for myself and I ended up working for trolls. These nasty fellows refused to stay under their drawbridge and carried a big stick–with which they would thump me over the head when the mood suited them. And since I was dependent on the paycheck I learned how to “take what they were giving.”
A means to an end
I remember when I had hope in the business world. I went to work with a dream of being promoted and believed what my superiors told me; namely, that if I worked hard and did a good job, I would earn respect and get promoted. But after years of disappointment, I kind of gave up. No offense, but some people just never “make it”. They get stuck in a position – kind of like an actor who’s been type-cast – and are perpetually shoehorned until they retire. This is especially true for administrative professionals (secretaries) like me. I learned to accept my lot in life by practicing gratitude for what I have, but it doesn’t erase the sense of injustice I feel at being passed over for positions for which I was more than capable of performing.
Over the years I have come to know others who face injustice in the workplace. They have bosses who discriminate or co-workers who harass. They tolerate the workplace because they have to – or they quit and find a new position elsewhere. Everyone has a means of coping with having to work for a living.
Living the dream
I recently watched an MTV Behind the Music biography of Huey Lewis from the band of the same name. If you don’t know his story, it’s worth watching. He was going to college to be an engineer and discovered a love of music. He started a band and struggled to get signed for 10 years. The band (one you’ve never heard of) made a record that flopped and they broke up. So he started his own band and found wild success very quickly. His whole life was making music. He loved it! He was good at it! And then one day he woke up and found he had lost hearing in one ear. Then, in 2018 he lost hearing in the other. His life, as he knew it, was over. He would never write music or perform again.
It’s hard to describe his countenance as he discussed not being able to sing or perform any longer. He looked…lost. Sure, he mentioned that he felt bad for putting the people who depended on him out of work (he mentioned they all had pension plans so they weren’t destitute). But what struck me most of all is that he loved what he did and was genuinely lost without his preferred profession. He missed touring with “his buddies” and the general comradery of pal-ing around with fans after concerts. How different his job experience was from mine.
“Then I saw that all toil and all skill in work come from a man’s envy of his neighbor. This also is vanity and a striving after wind. Better is a handful of quietness than two hands full of toil and a striving after wind.” – Ecclesiastes 4:4,6
I work for a wealth management company and many of my co-workers really do enjoy their work. They love “building wealth” and “serving clients”. But many others work because they have to. Of course, I see the subtle envies all around me and shudder. People really are trying to “keep up with the Joneses”. In small ways, I see the fashion trends of women who want to be “in style” though this is not limited to women–the men do it too. I see the leaders purchasing home in specific localities because those are the “hip places to live” and buying vehicles because So-and-So has one. Meanwhile, I’m trying to navigate a landscape where I want to avoid being fired because I’ll be destitute without my job. It’s all so…wearisome. Which is why I love the book of Ecclesiastes. The writer makes clear that so much of life is vanity, a chasing after the wind.
Inevitabilities
It’s easy to look at rock stars, celebrities and white collar workers with envy because they seem to have what we want. We assume if we had what they have, we would be happier than what we now are. To illustrate this to each other we say (or sing) things like, “Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy me a boat.”
But I see plenty of people who have nice boats who aren’t happy. So that idiom is blatantly false.
“What gain has the worker from his toil? I have seen the business that God has given to the children of man to be busy with. He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil–this is God’s gift to man.” – Ecclesiastes 3:9-13
A good friend of mine takes this proverb very seriously. I met her at work years ago and we became fast friends. She had a good-paying job but she did not find pleasure in it. So she quit. She spent a year studying and training to do the work she truly wanted to do and then found a job doing it. She has had several jobs since then. Because she knows life is short–and she has to work for a living–she wants to enjoy what she does. If she doesn’t, she moves on. She is very brave (and beautiful to boot!).
Like the “preacher” of Ecclesiastes, she knows we all grow old and die. All of our work and toil will pass away with us, but what will we have to show for it? Some of us may get a plaque or a really nice obituary in the Wall Street Journal. Some of us may even make enough money to fund a college scholarship or, like John Bon Jovi, start a free restaurant for people who can’t afford food. That’s all very good, but we’ll still be dead. And the dead don’t enjoy the fruits of their labor.
“As you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything.” – Ecclesiastes 11:5
We have one life to live and it is best lived one day at a time. We should enjoy it to the best of our ability for we know there will be dark and dreary days too. Also, we never know which day will be our last so we should number our days and make them count for something.
The power of love!
Today, a co-worker reached out to me because we are working on a project together. She was worried that I am being taken advantage of. What she didn’t know was that I volunteered to work on the project and am really excited for the opportunity. But I’ve been thinking ever since about what it means to “work for a living” but still make a difference in the workplace. My friend wanted to protect me from harm and was willing to speak up to those in leadership on my behalf. It made me wonder if everyone would hate work as much as they do if all of their co-workers did the same.
Today, if you are “working for a living” and hating every minute of it, maybe you could be like her. Start a chain reaction. Take care of someone else and tell them to do the same. I believe we really can make the world a better place by loving our neighbor as ourselves. Jesus started a pretty cool trend.
This was a truly uplifting post. And I had no idea about Huey Lewis’s story, yet it inspired me, even though I cannot imagine being a musician and losing my hearing, (just like Beethoven). Thank you so much for blogging today. 🙂