I suppose I’m happy for her because it’s like that whole Soft Skills HR class thing where your mentor tells you to find something you like doing and then you “never have to work a day in your life”. Unfortunately, I might be the opposite of that. Well, not quite. But getting close.
My gripe is that while I don’t hate my job, and I truly and definitely enjoy a huge chunk of it, I think it would be so much more “fun” if I didn’t have to worry about money. I know for a fact I would enjoy my work a 100% more if I had the option to quit. I think the security of knowing that you can quit anytime makes everything so much more tolerable. Even work. If it is not about the money then you can be all: oh I'm learning so much from this and shit like that.
Plus if it's not about the money, you can actually work at different kinds of jobs. It really boils down to the option of it all. Because there are a ton of really low paying shit that’s fun. Like try your hand out at home baking for 3 months – do home delivery yourself and go out in a pretty scooter, wear flowey pastels and flowers and hand out your freshly baked food with cutesy hand written notes. Run a loss, who cares? Huge loss? Just quit, without having suffered financial pain. Or run a bookshop filled with the kind of books you like for the sheer aesthetic of it all – with dramatic cozy lighting, a coffee table set with cushy leather chairs, and a huge ass window. You could even be picky with the people who go home with your books, which you maybe wrap up in nice brown paper and ribbons. Why wouldn’t I want to go work at my bookshop every day if I wasn’t worried about money? Or you could wander the Amazon searching for a rare poppy or an orchid or an anaconda I don't know. Or sit at a table by the window overlooking a Shire-like countryside, with kitschy furniture, a pot of coffee or tea by your side, working on a book, spinning a tall tale, weaving magic with the written word, perhaps fighting or befriending dragons on paper. Or run a flower shop, filled to the brim with flowers and ribbons, and play Jewel all day. Law of Diminishing Returns? Pfft.
These are all very different from say, if I were a sales person in a shop and actually needed the money. Then it all becomes super stressful. If you have to worry about if there are enough customers, or if you will still have your job if the shop runs on losses…
So yes, Dolly aside, who has benefitted from her economy and capitalism and Hollywood, I guess it’s easy for people who don’t really need the money to say that they are all about the job and being passionate. How lovely, no? Us plebs who are poorer than church mice in a backwater economy look at jobs a little differently.
I lowkey want to write about ‘ancestral wealth’ in Mizoram too. I have my firm opinions on how ancestral wealth can be for people who probably only even found out there were people with white skin less than two hundred years back. Less. Than. Two centuries. That's a very short timeframe to talk about non-monetary economy to ancestral wealth. But I think it might be a bit of a touchy subject.
Meanwhile, I dream of windfall gains.
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