To distract us from the dark and gloomy hole our country is in, politicians tell us periodically to think less about money and more about our quality of life, and spend more time at home. Mr Cameron has done a couple of times. Strait away the socialists run around shaking their fists, saying it’s all right for him in his big house and floppy hair, but some people have to work to have money for whippets and pigeons.
Of course that’s true, but I don’t think Cameron was addressing the nations factory workers, they already have a good life. They clock off at half-five, they buy their food from a market and their jewellery from Argos, then spend all night in a dismal pub, drinking brown beer with bits in it. I think he was talking about the middle-classes, who work and work and work and never have time to play Swingball or build teddy-bears with their children, Oscar and Emily. And I bet his ideas had some appeal.
Staying at home all day, tending the garden, coffee mornings, school plays and rearing geese all sounds lovely. Especially if you’re a GP who’s spent all morning being coughed on and fiddling with the varicose veins of the town’s biddies.
It would be nice I suppose, I could go fishing and sit under a tree and read Pride & Prejudice, me and some local children can skip through fields and wave at trains… but it would only last ten minutes. In truth, if I didn’t have to work i’d be an obese alcoholic. I’d sit in the flat day after day watching quiz shows, going to the toilet and annoying my girlfriend. I would miss my job.
This is the point I think Mr Cameron has missed. Of course there are times in work when you could murder someone. In my last job the idiocy of the management made me want pull my own teeth out and stick them up my bottom. But for the rest of the time it’s great. I get to potter around being lovely to nice old lady’s, then I get the buzz of rushing around making sure the meal is served perfectly and everyone is happy [should probably point out that I run a banqueting suite which mainly does weddings]. You don’t get that buzz from growing cabbages. I love the pressure.
And come on, be honest, it’s the same for you? Yes the provincial GP may not like looking at psoriasis on some ageing wench, but who knows, his next patient through the door could be Kelly Brook. Furthermore, deep down, a doctor must feel good after he makes someone better following a 6minute appointment. That feeling that you’ve made someones life a bit more bearable than it was before they met you.
The simple fact is that the vast majority of people, for the vast majority of the time, like and enjoy their jobs. I realised this week that i’ve been working now for seven years. And although I spend most of my life tired, eating leftover buffet food covered in sweat, I love it.
So stick at it people! Unless you are Piers Morgan, in which case, you should spend more time with your family.