|Ce este mai important pentru voi? Un serviciu care va aduce satisfactie sau un serviciu mai bine platit? Va rog sa nu il lasti pe idealistul din voi sa raspunda singur pentru ca deja stiu raspunsul: un serviciu care iti aduce mai multa satisfactie.
Am fost in ambele situatii, si oricat de cinic ar suna, voi alege mereu un salariu mai bun si beneficii, in ciuda satisfactiei. Nu ma intelegeti gresit, este foarte bine sa ai un serviciu la care te duci de drag, dar numai cativa dintre noi sunt destul de norocosi sa imbine placerea cu un salariu bun. Asa ca iata punctul meu de vedere:
|What is more important to you? A job that brings you satisfaction or a job that delivers more in terms of money? Now please, don’t let the idealist in you answer this question alone, because I already know the answer: job satisfaction.
I was in both situations and as cynical as it may sound, I will always choose a better salary and job perks over high job satisfaction. Don’t get me wrong, loving what you do has major benefits, but only a few of us are lucky enough to do what they love and make good money out of it. So hear me out:
O BUCATICA DIN POVESTEA MEA / A PART OF MY STORY
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|Intotdeauna am avut o imaginatie bogata si idei nenumarate. Poate daca le-as pune pe hartie acestea ar alcatui o carte frumoasa. Cel putin asa cred eu. Voi ati citi un capitol din povestea mea?
Era o noapte calduroasa de vara. Nici ea nu mai stia exact cum a ajuns pe colina intunecata din apropierea orasului. Deasupra ei, doar cerul luminat de milioane de stele, in fata, panorama orasului adormit. In rest, liniste. Si-ar fi dorit sa fie la fel de liniste si in mintea ei, dar mii de ganduri ii treceau prin cap in acelasi timp. -“Trebuie sa fie cel mai negru an din viata mea” a spus cu voce soptita.
Emma n-a mai apucat sa termine de recapitulat sirul de intamplari nefericite din an. A adormit acolo, in iarba si, pentru o noapte a avut intregul oras la picioare.
“Ma simt ca intr-un film de groaza ieftin. Nici nu mai stiu ce e adevarat si ce nu. Nu mai am niciun prieten si imi este greu sa mai vorbesc cu oamenii din jurul meu. As vrea sa raman in lumea mea si sa nu ma mai intorc niciodata aici.” si-a spus Emma, in dialogul tacut cu ea insasi.
|I always had a vivid imagination and ideas. Maybe if I wrote some of them on paper they would make a nice book. At least that’s what I think. Would you read a chapter of my story?
It was a warm summer night. She didn’t even remember how she got on the dark hill, outside of the city. Above her it was only the sky, lit by millions of stars, in front, the view of the sleeping city. And all was quiet. She wished the turmoil inside of her head would fade, but she was thinking of a thousand things. “This must be the hardest year of my life” she whispered.
Emma didn’t finish reviewing all of the bad things that have happened in the last year. She fell asleep there, in the grass and for one night, she had all the city at her feet.
“I feel like I’m in a cheap horror movie. I don’t even know what’s real and what’s not. I don’t have any friends left and I can’t connect to the people around me. I would like to go back to my world and never come back here”. That’s what Emma was saying to herself. It’s not something her colleagues would understand.
“I’m bored here and most of you are stupid” she shouted out loud all of a sudden. She then left the office in a hurry, even if the working hours weren’t over. Lunch break wasn’t even close.
The people in her office suddenly stopped typing. They looked at the door for a second and returned to what they were doing. They all looked like little robots: “Tap, click, tap, tap, click” … the same disharmonic music came out of the crowded cubicles.