Well, it would have been simple for someone else. For me, the only writer in a family of the mechanically inclined and technically gifted, you may as well have been asking that I redirect the Mississippi. Don't get me wrong. I'm no wimp. But I'm not a handy guy even though I come off like I might be, and the "Things Steve is Good At" list tends to end abruptly after "punching stuff" and "writing things."
Even so, after a good bit of grimacing and a couple of curse-laden outbursts, I actually hung the thing. It was even kind of easy.
But more surprising was how I felt afterward - like I had done something, something worthwhile. Something that didn't involve fancy words or complex sentences, but that I could still look at and say, "Yup, I did that." It was actually rewarding.
So it was more than a little ironic when, shortly after this episode, I read an article in USA Today about the recently released CareerCast rankings of the 10 best and 10 worst jobs for 2014.
The company compiles its list by taking a variety of factors such as income, environment, stress levels, and future outlook into account, and sitting at the top were jobs like statistician, actuary, computer systems analyst, occupational therapist, and speech pathologist.
What made up the bottom 10? My job, of course, along with lumberjack, soldier, head cook, garbage collector, and firefighter.
So what's the takeaway? The same lesson that America has been pushing on its kids for more than a generation: a white-collar job equals success, and a blue-collar one equals failure. Why? Because when it comes down to it, if you do dirty, dangerous manual labor, and don't make hundreds of thousands of dollars doing so, you've clearly done something wrong in your life - even if you love what you do.
I think there's something wrong with that, and I'm sure there's at least one other guy who agrees: Mike Rowe, the former host of the Discovery Channel's "Dirty Jobs."
He appeared on a TED Radio Hour podcast last November that dealt with the topic of success, and it was his opinion that society needs to redefine exactly who it considers "successful." He pointed to a shabby New Englander named Rob as proof.
You see, Rob, who Rowe said looked like the sort of character you might step around and give a dollar to on the street, made his living by pulling foot-long bloodworms out of the sand during low tide and selling them for bait. The things are gross looking and have a vicious bite, and it's the kind of job you wouldn't wish on anybody - until you saw Rob's house, which he paid for in cash. Or talked to him about his summer home, which he also paid for in cash.
All of a sudden, he didn't seem so "unsuccessful."
He saw this time and again during his 8-year tenure on the show, and he also found that the guys who did rough, dirty jobs were "happier than you think."
"As a group, they're the happiest people I know," he said. "Roadkill picker-upper whistle while they work. I swear to God, I did it with them. They've got this amazing sort of symmetry to their life."
He suggested a PR campaign to help bring the same sort of dignity to skilled manual labor that already exists for white-collar jobs, and he even started a foundation that gives scholarships to those who want to learn a trade. It can be found at the aptly named profoundlydisconnected.com.
I think he's onto something. Over the last few years, I believe there's been a kind of resurgence in the popularity of working with one's hands.
Websites like artofmanliness.com regularly post how-to articles about skills most of us have long forgotten, such as tying knots or starting a fire. Companies like New York's Best Made Company have marketed their American-made axe as not only an essential tool, but also as a window into the wilderness that can "inspire people to reconnect with their hands, craft, and nature."
The number of craft-beer brewers has increased exponentially, and it seems like the number of custom-knife-makers, metalworkers, and backyard-gardeners doing it all just for fun is increasing as regular folks figure out that creating something from nothing can be more fulfilling than assessing risk for an insurance company or doing ... whatever it is that a speech pathologist does.
As for me, I'm not going that far yet. A circular saw in my hands is still just a weapon of self-destruction, and I'm not pushing my luck.
But I am outside driving a forklift and working in the dirt on the weekends again, and I've got to say, I don't mind it. Not at all.
In fact, it kind of makes me happy.
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http://www.northjersey.com/community-news/the-case-for-hard-work-1.1017912?page=all
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