Welcome to the Working Weak

It’s hard to argue about jobs. Are you doing a good job? Do you have a good job? Does your job have an important social impact? If not, is your job worth doing? Who will be affected and in what way if you don’t do or have your job? What would happen if you lost your job? This kind of panic is what makes American capitalism.
Essentially there are two schools of thought: One, a job matters because you make money doing it, therefore allowing you the liberty to do things you want to do when not doing the job. In this school of thought a job’s worth is measured first by the amount of money you make (the larger and more outlandish the better), second by how much time the job takes up (the smaller and less painful the better) and lastly by the relative joy to suffering ratio that the job creates. He whose hearse has the flashiest rims wins. Bill Gates-one, Jesus-zero.
Two, a job matters because society benefits from the job, thus emasculating the almighty dollar, but allowing the worker no freedom from their work. By this edict, the importance of a job has nothing to do with the benefit to the worker. Most of us would like to fall into this category alongside the mothers, martyrs, social activists, and artists. We often fail to recognize, however, that this is also the category of public rest room sanitizers and community organizers. Barack Obama-one, Sarah Palin-zero. He whose hearse is a sea of ready weeping hands wins.
I am willing to say that nether of these ideals are remotely part of the average American’s nine to five. A Gallop poll released in late August showed that 48% of Americans are satisfied with their jobs, but only 28% are satisfied with the amount of money they make and only 45% are satisfied with the amount of recognition they receive for their accomplishments. People want to get paid and hugged, simple as that.
A waiter can depend on neither of these.
A maverick young restaurateur who is as devoted to my future as John McCain is devoted to the environment recently purchased the restaurant that employs me. I am comfortable in my job like a polar bear on an icecap, in the Gulf of Mexico, drifting next to a NRA cruise ship.
Every week a new apparatus gleaned from some productivity conference at a Four Seasons in the Midwest is introduced into my work. I then have to incorporate this piece of corporate handiwork into waiting tables. It’s kind of like an archeologist studying dinosaur shit in order to understand the Ming Dynasty.
Sometimes, it’s a new mantra flashing across every computer screen. Sometimes it’s a new “flow” for the dining room, to best intimidate customers into spending more money than they can appropriately tip on. My favorite was the introduction of handheld palm pilot devices that allowed me to send orders to the kitchen from the table. I felt like I was a waiter on the Starship Enterprise. My job matters, I don’t. However, slopping Chinese food to tourists does not exactly qualify me for martyr status; there is no larger impact of the service I provide other than the temporary experience of having a nice meal. Therefore I cannot count on the social impact of my work to keep my morale in check.
I work for a subjective monetary representation of gratitude, and I work hard. If I am exceptional at my job, the best waiter ever, what I walk home with is still completely unpredictable. I make a lot of money when compared to other service industry jobs especially considering the total hours I work. However when taking into consideration the median annual U.S. household income ($50,740) I don’t actually make much money at all. I cannot depend on the amount of money I make to keep my morale in check.
So what can I depend on to stick me through the shift? The recession! That’s right, in times of recession and high unemployment Americans’ job satisfaction usually experiences a bump. This is the same kind of logic that assures you that having your finger sawed off won’t hurt a bit because at least it’s not your leg. Hugs or tax cuts, social change or financial gain, it’s really all about fear of pain.