Working late again, absolutely cranking the drawings out. Worked a horrendous number of hours last week, which isn’t amazing by many people’s standards, but I’m not being paid overtime, I’m just here because I rate the work I do and the doing of it, as better than anything else. Coupled with the fact I rarely sleep more than 5-6 hours a night, I’m essentially at 100% duty cycle.
I’m often asked (and resented, I’ll get to that) as to why I often don’t ask for payment for the extra hours I pull. It astounds me that people need to ask- what possible other reason could there be? If I’m not here, I’m not learning my trade, I’m not becoming better at what I do- I’m only prolonging the time when I know enough to do this myself. It’s no secret to those who know me I have horrendously high standards in all aspects of my life. The work I do and why I do it is no different.
Many assume I do it for the altruistic reason of wanting to help my boss, which always makes me smile. My employer is the means to an end; that being my own enlightenment. I appreciate his offer of work, and the fact he has similarly exacting standards when it comes to the work we produce, but I don’t work to help anyone bar myself. Then why, you ask, do you not ask to be paid? Because, again, my standards being what they are dictate that I refuse to be paid for the amount of work I’m capable of as it stands. I’m learning still (albeit it at a rate that excites me), therefore I cannot expect to receive payment, yet. I wouldn’t pay someone for an inferior job, therefore I can’t expect anyone else to pay me outside of the amount they think I’m worth.
Sometimes I tell people who care to ask this, and I see the look of confusion on their face, and the hate for a person who loves their work in their eyes.
I need not justify why I do what I do, but I nothing beats it when every now-and-then I speak to someone who understands and we share something more powerful than any drug- the knowledge that the work you do is important, and the way you do it is the best standard to know someone by.
This post is dedicated to my good friend Jesse Mosen. He’s one of the latter.