Quote: (06-28-2012 12:35 PM)Zeus Wrote:
Gentleman,
My life is about to take a turn. Back in December I lost my job at a bank after a contract of a manager took over for the former male manager. He was banging one of my colleagues and got pinched. As soon as she came in, I saw the target.
For a full year I was trying to find another job. I did find one. Making $300-$500k yr as a trader. I turned it down. Th not got canned.
Best thing to be very happen to me.
Back in high school I was adamant I wanted to be an auto mechanic. Then a brief conversation with a friends father scared me to going to university.
I became obsessed with making money, getting miserable while doing it. Getting canned was the best. I was happiest.
I was looking back at emails and stumbled on one I sent to a mentor. A true alpha. A cop. Greatest guy. I sked his advice about going into a trade. That was 2009!
Every once in a while Roosh tweets about the value of learning a craft. Working with your hands. It hit me hard. I want to do a skilled trade like I was planning almost 20yrs ago.
So here I am. I just gave notice to my apartment. Going to travel for 2 months and then head to a part of the country that desperately needs apprentices and such.
There's no time for waiting.
That's all.
Workplace psychology has always interested me.
I believe there are 3 primary types of workers.
Mercenaries, Craftsmen, and Artists.
Mercenaries chase money no matter what the cost. If they have to swim in human feces 60 hours a week so they can get that quarter mil a year, so be it, with the idea that it's worth the lifestyle upgrade in their offtime. They want the car, the girl, the travel, the diversified portfolio, and the early retirement.
Craftsmen are only happy doing what they love. Mechanics, chefs, carpenters. If they're not using their hands, they're miserable, and will trade down financially in order to do work that makes them happy. Obviously we know the OP is in this category. They'll work to an old age happily, having earned a lifetime of satisfaction doing what they love. Check out a documentary called "Jiro Dreams of Sushi" to see the ultimate example of this. 3-michelin starred japanese chef in his 90s who's worked every day in his life.
Artists are your actors, painters, musicians. They statistically don't make shit doing their "art" so they take side jobs to pay the bills like waiting tables or telemarketing. Less than 1 percent of 1 percent can actually live off their art, but their dream is worth it and they just have to "get it out". They're not fulfilled unless a large part of their life is spent expressing themselves.
Each category typically laughs at the others and can't imagine how they can do what they do.
I find myself in the second category. I love work. I love what I do. There's a part of me that is fulfilled by it in a way that no woman, vacation, or car can ever come close to.