No, it's not because I like people giving me six dollars in nickels (which I will carry for the rest of the night and then use to displease my manager when I count my money down) or customers being rude when I take their order (they probably feel the need to counteract the insanely happy voice blasting in their ear, "Alright, your order comes to $673.21 and we'll have that rrrrrright out!"). No, those are just the perks of the job.
I chose this path because I know how much I dislike working at restaurants, which makes me work toward my artistic goals much harder because the only option out of french fry purgatory that I am allowing myself is toward what I really want to do with my life. I am only working part time, so I have more time to write everyday and more incentive to do so.
Sure, I probably could have gotten a job as a reporter somewhere due to my experience writing press releases or gotten started at a small publishing company as an intern or something. I might have even liked it. I could find a comfortable life, earn a comfortable salary, and have kids who would go on to have their own comfortable lives or I could be more daring.
Before I left Germany, my theatre director gave me some of the best advice I have ever received, "Don't get comfortable." Comfort means you have entered a routine, and while routines are essential for building healthy habits, like anything else, they have a dark side that can transform them into something ugly: ruts. One day you realize that you aren't at all the person you hoped to be because you were content with "this is good enough" for so long. That's not to say we shouldn't appreciate what we have, but we have to keep looking forward enough that we continue bettering ourselves.
I have learned that is just who I am. I will never be rid of that laziness, so I need to trust that I have other traits that are strong enough to counteract it, such as my ambition, my excitement when creating, or the fact that when I don't have an outlet for self expression I feel like I will explode. Or implode. Either way, I will plode.
Working in a job I don't particularly like makes writing feel more important than just a hobby; it is almost tinged with desperation and urgency. I don't want to deliver people's burgers any longer than I have to, so I had better try to finish this screenplay. So far it's working.
I hated work today, which is exactly why I'm working there.
What about you? Do you find it easy to get too comfortable? Let me know in the comments!
Cleaning the ketchup that exploded in my pocket today,