As a coincidence, while waiting in line at a bank today I couldn’t help overhearing a man talking. Smart dressed, handsome and well built, expensive suit, in his thirties, the guy screamed “pro lawyer” from miles away. And indeed he was. While observing his way of talking, gesturing, sitting on a chair, all giving away his profession, I realised that this is what most of the people do, they work. And as I was looking at him and the bank’s employee (beautiful antithesis, the bank employee was thin, hunched, very young, pale, blue eyes over a long jewish nose, almost a real image of Bugs Bunny’s enemy, the bald eagle :)), leaning over his keyboard as if being afraid of doing something wrong) a question struck me:
How much fun do people have when they work? Are doing it just for the money, just because they need a job to live, to pay the rent and all the bills? Or do they really enjoy and live their work, with all its good parts and bad parts?
Then I thought I’m lucky. We designers do not work, we get paid for something we like doing any way. Sure there are many times when it seems that certain projects are just mind-exausting headaches, complete fuckups, nothing to be proud of. But we still do something creative, even for the worst client ever (I’m not talking about designers that have lost their soul, obviusly). We get to play every day, just like kids do in kindergarden. We get to dream, to imagine, to invent, to rediscover.
I’d say that getting paid to play with forms and colours all day long is quite the ideal job, isn’t it? (except being a computer games tester, maybe :P)