Being a Person is Hard.
Welcome back to another episode of the #BlackCatBlogClub.
This episode is brought to you by the number 4 and the letter F.
4 because that's how many times I have rewritten this post.
F because thats the beginning of the 4 letter word I keep yelling when I decide I need to start over (The word is "Fart," get your minds out of the gutter, children).
And ON that note, let's talk about "Professionalism in the Work Place."
For those of you that don't know, I work a 9-5/40 hour a week job in Costa Mesa.
I have a pretty official-sounding title, "Career Development Coordinator," and I work with some of the most incredible college students that happen to be on the autism spectrum and have other exceptionalities. It is, by far, one of the most fulfilling and gratifying and frustrating and hardest and best jobs that I have ever had.
Every week, I meet with a group of students that are all looking for jobs or volunteer work, internships, whathaveyou. They're going out into the community, they're submitting applications, resumes, cover letters, meeting people, interviewing, and on top of that-they're college students, looking to finish school with direction and a path to their dream jobs.
Last week I was able to have the opportunity to sit down 1 on 1 with a student, just to checkin-you know, see how things are going and it started off with, "Alright dude, hit me. Where are you applying? How many spots have you hit? Where do you wanna be after school?" It's simple conversation, really I'm just trying to get a student to talk, feel comfortable and open up a little bit.
"Working is stupid and I just wanna make stuff and eat cheese."
HECK YEAH MY GUY, I FEEL THAT.
I have never felt more torn between a thousand percent agreeing with a kid that I am supposed to be setting an example for and realizing that my role here is to now start trying to turn them around.
Guys. I did a bad thing-maybe not a BAD thing. But probably not the most professional thing ever.
My response was, "HECK YEAH MY GUY, I FEEL THAT! BEING A PERSON IS HARD! UP TOP! ALRIGHT!" And we high-fived.
Here's the thing: This is not my dream job. It's a good job. It is an important job and I love it and will probably continue to love what I do until my time here is done. But this is not my "In 20 years, I will still be here," job. And I told them that. And something changed.
Without going into a back and forth of conversation reading, to be honest, I can't remember exactly what we talked about word-for-word. We just talked, and I was honest. I told them my dreams for the shop and that having a 9-5/40+ hour a week job and a Sunday job and random weekend jobs are just necessary to make it happen for me. I told them that I am tired alot. That I put in 42 hours a week on work that I do not get paid for on top of my "real job" that helps me pay my bills, "Make stuff, and eat cheese." Because that's what you do when you love something so much that it is now a part of your every day. It's just what you do. Because you love it and you want to see it grow. And I think they got that.
This is not a Cinderella story.
I'm not going to tell you that this kid got up and wrote 800 emails and is now the CEO of the next biggest conglomerate. Because I'm pretty sure after our conversation, they bailed on their next tutoring session and fell asleep somewhere.
But I think that if right now you're hustling your head off with your 9-5, your passion project, your responsibilities at home, you're taking care of your business, you're tired, and you're thinking, "Man, all I want to do is my own thing. All I want to do is make stuff that I love." You're on the right track. We do the things we have to do to be able to do the things we WANT to do. And we are here for you through all of it. This community was built upon the mindset of lifting each other up and growing together.
Let's support each other.
Happy Wednesday. -- Nick