Tag: Happiness

Is it a granny pants day or go commando?

Recently I had a really bad day. It was an awful day. I spent the latter portion of the day in tears. That day was a granny pants day. A few days later I had a really good day, that day, I decided, was a go-commando sort of day.

Then my weird thought came: pants are a great way to classify 24-hour happiness levels.

Types of pants

So here is my classification system:

  • Control Briefs (Granny Pants): the worst sort of day imaginable, you have botched up big time at work, someone has died, you’ve crashed your car, you’ve had a bad review, someone has been really mean to you, you’ve failed an exam (or all your exams).
  • Classic Briefs (not far down from Granny Pants): a fairly bad day, you’ve got a stomach bug and feel awful, the exam you took was really had and you think you may fail, your dog is unwell, you’ve had a row with a close friend.
  • High-cut Briefs (I’m not even sure what these are): it hasn’t been a great day, work was full of niggles, you’re feeling stroppy and hormonal, you’ve got a headache.
  • Hipster (these are not unfashionable, but use more fabric than others): it’s been an average sort of day, not much has happened: things have been neither good nor bad.
  • Boyshorts (I wear these): you’ve had a reasonably okish day, perhaps you enjoyed a good cup of coffee but that was the highlight of the day. The rest of the day has been average.
  • Bikini Briefs (I don’t wear these, they are so 1980s): someone has paid you an unexpected complement, you’ve solved a problem, you’re feeling a little creative, you’re reading a really good book.
  • Tanga (I have no idea what these are): it’s been a good day, you’ve been shopping and bought an amazing pair of shoes or you’ve been out for a drink with good friends, you’ve had a good meal with your loved one, you’re book is unputadownable, you’re feeling happy and in love, you’ve got that warm gooey feeling you get from being content.
  • Thong: it is your birthday or Christmas Day and you’ve got lots of nice presents.
  • G-string: today has been excellent, from start to finish. You’ve been touched by human kindness, someone has surprised you in some way, a long-lost friend has got in touch, that handsome prince has kissed you, you feel healthy and alive. You’ve come up with a brilliant idea.
  • Go-commando: you are happiness. End.

These chaps are having the best day ever

What brings happiness – work satisfaction or money?

Today I found myself in a discussion with two friends about careers. The discussion started off about the choices you make as a teenager (so around about the time you are choosing your GCSE options) and how you need to balance choosing what you enjoy with what you might see as useful for your future career (incidentally, I chose the subjects I enjoyed – there was no such GCSE as a GCSE in Online Publishing in those days).

Decisions, decisions.

Decisions, decisions.

This discussion morphed into a deep philosophical debate about the nature of happiness. More specifically, we asked each other: is there a positive correlation between money and happiness? Should you consider your career choice based on where the work and the money is or on what you enjoy or feel passionately about? Or in other words, does job satisfaction levels skewer the graph?

We reach a point of optimum happiness

We reach a point of optimum happiness

One friend argued, without any obvious doubt in her mind, that in her opinion so long as you are earning a good wage, even if you are doing something you don’t enjoy, you’ll be more happy than if you are in a fulfilling job for peanuts. She added something along the lines of ‘If you want more than you have, you know you’ll be happier when you get it so it makes sense to try to earn more money to get it’.

On one level I see her point. I do work harder to save up for something to buy. However, I’d expect this to be a temporary state. In more general terms of how important (or unimportant) job fulfillment is though, I disagreed with her. I know that I couldn’t do a job I didn’t enjoy (i.e. spend at least 8 hours a day, five days a week doing it) even if it made me rich. In my mind, money and things are less important than feeling satisfaction and pride for the work I do. But perhaps I am being naive. I suspect I am. I’m lucky in that I do a job I enjoy AND it pays quite well. Perhaps if I were faced with the choice between job satisfaction and money more starkly I might opt for the boring, well-paid job.

Would you work in a boring job for this?

Would you work in a boring job for this?

Perhaps the key is the get the balance right. We can’t survive without work (for our mind, physical and mental health, and survival) but we would soon be disillusioned doing a job with no fulfillment for lots of money (it happens to a lot of people). Equally, we’d soon tire of doing a worthwhile job, changing people or the world, for peanuts (that happens to many too).

I think I will just plod on helping to spread scholarship around the world, and try not to moan about being too busy because at least for me, more work means more money.

What makes you happy?

What makes you happy?

However, my advice to someone choosing their GCSE options today would be: do whatever you want – choose the subjects you enjoy. Seize the day and all that. But work hard at those subjects, as hard as you can, because then you will have the luxury of the choice of work fulfillment vs more money.

You can almost hear Robin Williams whispering in your ear, can’t you?

 

We are food for worms, lads

We are food for worms, lads