Dear subscriber,
One man’s idiot is another man’s guru.
One man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter.
One man’s hell is another man’s paradise.
OK. Let’s take a gander at that last one in relation to careers, shall we?
A hellish job to me, dear subscriber, would be sitting behind a keyboard writing emails all day.
Does that sound strange to you?
Well, allow me to confuse you even more.
Paradise to me would be sitting behind a keyboard writing emails all day.
Don’t worry. Keep reading and this will all become crystal clear to you.
I can assure you that two scenarios that sound like the same thing can be worlds apart, yes, even as far as hell is from heaven.
The following two descriptions illustrate my point.
Papa Maverick’s Idea of Career Hell
In a dimly lit office, the fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pallid glow over the sea of identical cubicles.
The air is thick with the scent of recycled air and slow-dying dreams. The rhythmic drone of the copy machine serves as a metronome for the symphony of dull routine and office banality.
Ambition withers in the oppressive air and dreams and aspirations are reduced to mere whispers drowned out by the incessant clatter of office life. Each tick of the clock signals another step in the Sisyphean cycle of mundane tasks.
Each cubicle is a tiny holding cell thus making the name cubicle a misnomer. It should be called a cubicell. An inconvenient truth if ever I’ve seen one.
But I digress. Each cubicle is partitioned by gray fabric walls that seem to…
… Close In On Their
Occupants!
And there you are, freckles, slouched in your ergonomic chair that takes up three-quarters of your tiny cubicle.
You’re sipping on instant coffee that tastes like regret.
Stacks of paperwork teeter on the edge of your desk, and a sad-looking plant struggles for life in a corner. Dilbert comics are taped to the fabric walls, a feeble attempt at injecting humor into the brain-crushingly monotonous routine. The walls of his cubicle are so thin, you can practically hear the guy in the neighboring cubicle bragging to a co-worker that a girl smiled at him at bowling night.
And what are YOU doing?
You’re writing emails for your boss. Your fingers, like weary soldiers, march across the keyboard, drafting emails about logistics, business meetings, and other soul-sucking affairs.
Each keystroke echoes the monotony of an uninspired existence, and each click of the mouse feels like a step deeper into the murky waters of corporate purgatory.
***
I’m getting depressed.
Now, notice I put YOU in that scenario and not myself? That’s because I can’t even imagine being in that hell. Just the thought of it chills my bones.
Okay, let’s lighten the mood.
Papa Maverick’s Idea of Career Paradise
There you sit, in a cozy home office, bathed in the soft glow of sunlight and surrounded by the trappings of your creative universe.
It may not be the corner suite with a view, but it’s your kingdom—a fortress of solitude, surrounded by the occasional sounds of birds chirping and the distant hum of a lawnmower somewhere in suburbia. Your dog, a silent collaborator, lounges lazily on the windowsill.
Your morning commute is a leisurely stroll from bed to desk and the only dress code is anything that won’t make your dog laugh at you.
And your boss?
Hah! You haven’t had one of those since you were flipping burgers at Mickey Ds.
You only answer to yourself, and your allegiance and servitude is to the allure of the written word.
The air is thick with the sweet aroma of creativity and freedom.
And there you are at your keyboard, hands, dancing across the keyboard with the finesse of a seasoned pianist, crafting promotional emails that sing with persuasion.
Ah, yes, a job that turns the ordinary act of writing emails into a symphony of success and prosperity!
***
Nice work if you can get it… and you CAN get it if you try!
Now, if your career resembles the latter, and you haven’t yet signed up here: https://kelvindorsey.com/mavericks-inner-circle/
…. you’re nuts!
Your friend,
Kelvin
Email Marketing Maverick
