Employment: Success ≠ Happiness

Every Industry, Company and workspace carries it’s own set of ethics and moral codes.

A lot of companies have really poor ethics and moral codes when it comes to making money. At the end of the day, all they want is to make big bucks; it doesn’t matter if that means outsourcing your work to a 12 year old in Bangladesh who earns a few cents everyday.

When I was working, I wasn’t really happy. I was earning money. I could see the money being deposited in my bank account at the end of every month. But I didn’t care. It just seemed irrelevant to me. And that was an eye-opener for me. I realized I never really cared about the money. All I wanted was a decent life. But not at the cost of sacrificing my peace and happiness for money.

There was a lot of pressure at work. The pressure of meeting deadlines and the social pressure of meeting my coworkers expectations. I’m a good team player. I’m also a good solo player. But I never worked well with having someone constantly looking over my shoulder, or telling me what to do, or repeatedly putting me down or treating me like a retarded child.

I’m not retarded. I just have a different personality that doesn’t fit well with the general population. I’m an independent thinker. I like to do things my way. I won’t hesitate to say NO. And I like to be my own boss. I’m not an ass-kisser. I’m not afraid to run solo. I don’t need anyone’s company.

There are times when I like to have some company. And there are times when I like to be alone. A lot of people never understood this.

I knew exactly what my coworkers thought of me. They thought I was boring. They thought I was immaturely strong-headed. And they thought I was a loser.

I’m not a loser. I’m a guy who knows his priorities. And even a woman couldn’t keep me from doing what I wanted.

What’s with all these companies having a bunch of bullshit days on certain weeks of the year? No, I do not have a wardrobe filled with clothes of your specified color/design/style. I don’t want to dress up like the others. If people want to dress up like high school athletes, that’s their choice. But don’t push it on me! I don’t want to wear formal/informal/sporty/traditional/whatever. When I signed my job contract, it didn’t say anything about dressing up like an oompa loompa getting ready for an anal violation.

My coworkers thought I was no fun. Oh I was no fun alright. I didn’t want to be fun. I wanted to do my job and get the hell outta there. I had fun on my own time. I had fun at home. There was no fun at work – with all the lies and deception and the manager breathing down my neck like an inmate serving life.

There’s a lot of successful people who aren’t happy with their lives. They make a decent amount of money, have a wife/girlfriend, have a family and friends, a good home and a car. But none of that matters because they’re depressed and suicidal. These people would rather be dead than be happy with their “success’. I can imagine one of the factors being their jobs.

Success for me isn’t about the money. It’s about being healthy, having food, water and a place to kip. It’s about less worries and more room for ideas and innovation. At the end of our lives, we’re all going to be dead. But if I’m going to die, I want to be content with what I’ve accomplished and nothing left to do.

I think people don’t have time for themselves anymore. They’re too busy slaving for their corporate masters, running errands and making change. At the end of the day, they’re too exhausted to do anything but sleep. And that’s why it’s very important to get a job you’re passionate about. But as I’ve mentioned previously, very few people get to work in their dream jobs. Most of them end up doing some crap they never planned for.