I didn’t choose my career path so much as I sort of meandered into it. One entry level customer service job led to another, and expertise in that field of sales/service led me into an adjacent, related career. As I wrote in my previous installment, I generally like what I do (the ‘core’ job), it’s just all the excessive corporate B.S. mission statements and CSI scoring that drives me insane. It’s a white collar (well, business casual) job that deals quite a bit with blue collar types, aka, My Kind Of People. These are tradesmen, and they have a skill that most of us don’t in any measurable amount. Part mechanic, part art form, their skill levels vary but they all work with their hands to create a finished product. What a wondrous concept.
Back when i was in high school (Duran Duran was the new thing, so you figure out when) the focus of the school was always ‘preparing for college’. Everyone with half a brain was expected to go to a place of higher learning. Those with less than half a brain were sent to Vo-Tech, where they would hopefully learn some kind of skilled trade that would support them in their non-college future. Quite frankly, I wanted to go to Vo-Tech. College didn’t interest me. I enjoyed working with my hands; when you built or repaired something, there was a tangible product of your efforts right there, in front of you. It didn’t matter if it was digging a post hole or replacing a washing machine timer; you knew when you were done because you could see something was accomplished.
What I do now, however, is battle an endless stream of paper, emails, and phone calls. When I complete my day’s work I have a manila folder of papers that I can check off in a book as the only proof I’ve done something. And the next day, the process repeats itself again. While I am performing a service for customers, it’s mostly a transfer of information. Aside from the mental challenge of the technical aspects of the equipment I deal with, there’s not much tangible purpose to it. If i were abducted by aliens tomorrow, in a month’s time nobody at my place of employment would ever look at my work again. This may, along with the corporate stupidity, contribute to my malaise about my career in general and this job in particular. As I look around for something different, and realizing I am getting to the point of being too old to change careers unless I go off on my own in something, I question the wisdom of not having gone into the ‘trades’.
I’m a big believer in small business and entrepreneurs. I enjoy talking with tradesmen about their jobs, particularly business owners who are still hands-on. A few construction related trades aside, it’s amazing to hear how these business owners frequently are in need of additional workers even in our current economy, yet none are to be found. Those they can find frequently don’t show up for work, or outright lie about their skills and wind up being completely inept. My arborist said he simply cannot find anyone willing to climb trees. It’s viewed as ‘too hard’. The pay is not poor, but when someone can get a job sitting in front of a computer all day in a climate controlled environment and never get dirty, why would they want to take his job for the same money? The fact is, they don’t, and a lot of the reason for that I believe is because we have looked down our noses at tradespeople as those who can’t do anything ‘better’.
“I don’t pity any man who does hard work worth doing. I admire him. I pity the creature who does not work, at whichever end of the social scale he may regard himself as being.” — Theodore Roosevelt
Yet I myself contemplate leaving my field position and taking up a cubicle job (which I’ve done before) and becoming an office drone, simply because it will lower my stress level while rewarding me with a similar salary. Do I want to be unstressed, but bored? Is it better than being under constant pressure but at least having variety to my day and being able to interact with others? I remain in a quandry. I’m sure the guy driving the van I pass, going to build or repair whatever it is he does, would find it amusing that I often envy him. He gets up, goes to a task, performs the task, and can see when it is done. It’s wonderful in it’s simplicity (though I’m well aware it’s not that simple).
These people are not stupid; they cannot afford to be. Carpenters and masons must perform measurements, including angles, weights, and so forth which is a talent I don’t possess. Repairmen of all types have to be diagnosticians with electronics, hydraulics, and gas/diesel/electric engines/motors. In addition, if they are self-employed or small business owners they need to be well versed in customer service, payroll, taxes, advertising, fleet maintenance, and on and on. It is true that you can now get comprehensive specialist degrees in a trade, but back when I was being refused Vo-Tech entry because I had “too much potential” this was not the case. Tradespeople had to teach themselves these skills in addition to their core trade.
The downside to such physical jobs is, of course, the toll it can take on one’s body. Climbing trees, pushing wheelbarrows of concrete, bending over to nail shingles are all hard work. At my age the body is already screaming in protest at some of the things I do. While my hobby is working on old cars, I would not want to work on them every day, even with a lift and proper tools. The mere idea of removing a transmission by myself makes me reach for the ibuprofen. I’m sure a lot of the tradesmen out there, sitting in a 100+ degree attic to run ducting or blow in insulation, envy the guy in his comfy office chair basking in the air conditioned glow of his monitor. There is no perfect job. Some jobs, however, offer unique rewards. When I look at a 100 year old railroad bridge, or a 200 year old piece of furniture and realize the product of someone’s efforts has long outlived him but I can still enjoy the fruits of his labors, well…that makes me think my task of pushing papers and sending calls to voice mail is pretty pointless.