There are times when I would just love to get out of my office and be in the real world. The office environment can feel stifling at times, removed from the reality of what's going on beyond the four walls. There are people within the walls of course and virtual connections to the outside world. It's just that sometimes it feels so purposeless, almost self driven. If I didn't do my work would it really matter?
So when I think about jobs I'd like to have I think of exotic jobs. Jobs that take you into the real world. The world where people are. People who appreciate what you do, perhaps even noticing or admiring your stamina or passion.
I'd like to be a gondolier. The patience and the skill of manoeuvring the gondola amongst the others and around the corners of the buildings sitting on the canal, is inspiring to me. The calmness of the gondolier as he (and it seemed to be only males on the day I was in Venice) went about his day at work was very evident to me. No time to panic or show any frustration I guess. Just getting on with the job of keeping the passengers safe and content as they look around the sights of the historic city.
I guess every job has its down side. I wonder what it would be like to be a gondolier on a less sunny day. What's it like when it's cold, windy or when there's showers of rain? I also wonder whether, like most jobs, complacency sets in and the gondolier gets a bit tired of doing the same thing. I wonder if they ever feel like breaking the rules and taking a different route around the buildings or into a different canal?
I guess there's also the issue of customer service. It's not like the gondolier is just navigating the gondola for his own sake. He is having to deal with customers, passengers on the journey with him. Some could be pretty cranky I suppose. Some might do some silly or unsafe things and need close monitoring. Some might be so blissed out by the scenery that they don't follow instructions. Others of course could be, like me, in awe of the job and completely grateful and pleasant.
No matter what job we have we probably always wish to have something different - the old grass is greener saying. Maybe the idea of having many different jobs across a lifespan is not so bad after all. Just when you get a bit sick of one job you can go out into the big world, re-train and invent yourself all over again. I wonder if they need any female gondoliers in Venice?