In High School I heard teachers say, “I guess that is all you want to do with your life so just go out and get a job and get a paycheck.” Yes, I have done that very thing, but I did not do this because they said I would.
I did not want a career then, nor do I now. I think it is fine for people who do. I respect people who have committed themselves to a goal, stayed the course and achieved the goals they have set. I too thought about this. The difference is they said, “Hell yes! I am going to go for it!” and I said, “Piss on it.”
I thought, thirteen years of school is plenty, but doing another four, or eight was not even in my realm of possibilities. Twenty years is an awful long time. If I were to talk to someone who has decided to continue his or her education for the additional eight years it takes to be a doctor or a lawyer, my question would be this: what if he or she do all of this, and then realize being a doctor or a lawyer is a bullshit job they hate.
Yeah, well, I am afraid that is just tough shit. The practice of law and medicine are two of the few professions in which a person can screw other people out of the amount of money necessary to pay-off their exorbitant student loans they have amassed from so many years of college.
Some of you younger people might be thinking about law school or med-school. $200k dollars will purchase one of two things. It will purchase the education needed for you to be what you want to be, or it will purchase a ferryboat ticket for your voyage up Shit Creek where you will be for a good chunk of your life.
I knew in elementary school, I would never go to college. The thought occurred to me later in life when I lost my way for the briefest of moments. I went to college only for a semester and this was long enough to remind me I no longer had an appetite for this brand of bullshit. People told me I should continue my school because I am closing doors to my future. “Tom, you are limiting yourself and ignoring the opportunities you could have.” My response then and now are the same. I don’t give a shit.
Let’s say I did go to College and I became a doctor. This is a profession whose title alone commands respect. WOW I’m a doctor. I could even introduce myself as Doctor Nardone, or Tom Nardone M.D. How impressed would my family be with me when I became a doctor? I don’t have to do twenty years of school or have a student loan hanging out of my ass to know this is a bullshit gig from the word go.
I have been picking on doctors, and so I will continue with them in my example since they are the people for which I have the most contempt. I work at the Home Depot, and so, I would like to explain why Home Depot associate is a way better gig than Doctor is.
I have a far greater margin for error as a Home Depot associate. When a customer comes in and says, “Yeah, I need this board cut to sixty inches.” I then put the board on the saw and cut it to 6 feet. When I realize what I the mistake I have made, guess what I get to say: “Oops”. I say the word oops and I walk over, get another board and try it again. Well doctors do not get to use the word oops. I think there is almost no circumstance for which a doctor can say oops. However if the doctor makes a mistake such as cutting off the wrong arm of their patient, they do not have the same luxury which I am afforded at the good ole Home Depot. I go to get another board, but they will go ass first through a ringer, or have a team of lawyers jam themselves up their ass.
As I said before, most doctors will have to go through school for twenty years. Home Depot requires no college education and if you can simply follow your work schedule and demonstrate the ability to tie a bow behind your back, you may well have a job for life.
Doctors take “The Hippocratic Oath”. They are to treat every patient who walks through their door regardless of their office’s operating hours or personal plans they have made. They are to care for a patient until they are in stable condition. Whereas, at the Home Depot: “You go to Hell! The schedule says my ass is off at 5:00pm, and it is 5:00pm. Your problems are your own!”
Doctors are constantly bombarded with friends asking questions about their own personal medical problems or difficulties. They are told by their friends, in great detail, all of the things no one ever wants to know about their friends. Even though they are friends, one of them is a doctor. I work at the Home Depot. If I think about all of my friends, I could not tell you with any degree of certainty if any of them have an impacted colon or a yeast infection.
I chose doctors, but there are many other professions I could have used to make this comparison too. I do not want a career because I do not want to be defined my job. I am not known to my friends as a home improvement specialist. I am just Tom. I have enough shit to worry about other than the way I make my living. When I leave work, I do so physically and mentally. I do not go in one day worrying about the day before or the day after. Each day is its own story, and that story ends when I hit the time clock. To me there is great value in that.
ADHD people, if you are in a job and you enjoy it, take comfort in the fact you are probably better off than most. You job doesn’t have to define you.
If I could do it all over again, I would not do it any different. I like my life. I like where I am. I have friends and a family, and people who love me. The things I have done and not done with my life have landed me here in my home writing on my blog tonight. If the goal of a person’s life is to be happy, I am a brimming success story. I can think of worse things to be doing right now. I could be lying down to go to bed, as I dreaded going into the office tomorrow morning and sticking my hands up a stranger’s ass.
I am Tom Nardone, and you are welcome.
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