Work Isn’t About Work, It’s About Throwing Socks
It won’t be our productivity and paperwork we remember
I’ve finally worked out what makes me happy at work — and it’s not the job.
I’ve recently quit employment. I’ve got one foot out of the movie industry and the other might follow soon. My security badge has long expired. I haven’t packed a sock for two decades. I’ve finally worked it out.
Most recently I’ve worked on film and TV sets — a dream job for many who’ll never even get close. And some sets are really, really crappy. Why?
The people.
Some sets are incredible. Why?
The people.
My job in theatre was hilarious. Why? The whole technical team had a sense of humour like no other. So do most of the doormen I worked with. The more raucous and dangerous the venue, the funnier my co-workers seemed to be.
I have amazing memories of my first job. Are those memories of neatly stuffing socks into plastic packages? No. They’re of throwing socks at the heads of the people on the nearest table and ducking the incoming slipper that followed. Wonderful, fun people, wonderful, fun job.
What job could possibly be good if the people around you aren’t great people? What job could…
