I’ve been interviewing people these past few days at work. I sit on one side of the table with my questions. They sit on the other wearing suits and ties (we are not an office of suits and ties.) I see their brains working in overdrive. They wonder how to answer, what to say that will make them desirable. They hope to utter the right words.
When I ask a question, I am not fishing or leading. I want to know a person. I want the truth.
I always ask: what do you really want to do? What is your dream job?
They think they’ll be able to say what I want to hear. It takes them a minute of stumbling and worrying to realize I simply want to know. All of them, as it turns out, have dreams that are bigger than a space of 9-5. A stand-up comic. A DJ. A writer.
So, I learn there is a distinction. There are dreams. And there are jobs.
I feel as if we are all being given the impossible task of dreaming elsewhere. That we must get a job. Then live a dream beyond that.
Are we allowed dream jobs?