Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Good Jobs/Bad Jobs
It is interesting to discuss (or hear discussions) of which jobs are really great and not so great. As I sat in the barber's chair a man came in who was very much in need of a haircut. He was even more in need of good judgement. Apparently, he does some type of yard maintenance (not that there is anything wrong with that) and that qualifies him as an expert on many, many topics. In fact, during the time I was in the shop he was the resident authority on EVERY subject that came up. That seemed unlikely enough even before he realized that I am employed by the Postal Service. For several minutes he explained to me that the USPS paid well and had great benefits. I became very confused because it seemed that he was the one who had worked for the agency for 34 years and I was the one who only had second-hand knowledge. After he rambled on and on about the need for air-conditioning in mail trucks and other topics that NOBODY wanted to discuss, I paid for my haircut and left to ponder in the solitude of my pick-up how we have a tendency to think we understand other people's work. Every job has good and bad characteristics. That has really hit home for me as we blog and the news networks continue to report about Britney's escapades. Somebody who has a job that would normally seem like a great way to earn lots of money is Larry Rudolph. Do you know who he is? You should, his name is in the news every day now. He is the manager for Britney Spears. Only now he has to try to explain her erratic behavior to the world. On Tuesday, when she again checked into a rehab facility Mr. Rudoph said "We ask that the media respect her privacy as well as those of her family and friends at this time." Of course, that was yesterday. Today she has fled another facility. Yep, that is a tough job. Could you ask, with a straight face, that the media respect the privacy of a woman who has been clubbing constantly in mini-skirts and no underwear. No doubt Ms. Spears needs help. No doubt she needs to be out of the spotlight. But Mr. Rudolph doesn't need to tell the media that. He needs to tell Britney.