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Date: February 21st, 2019 2:06 PM Author: Garnet Brethren Lay
Literal lol at the reference to Google paying to freeze employees' eggs
https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/02/21/magazine/elite-professionals-jobs-happiness.html?mtrref=undefined&gwh=432C3B23FA1D080C864C6CE5CB845983&gwt=pay
America’s Professional Elite: Wealthy, Successful and Miserable
My first, charmed week as a student at Harvard Business School, late in the summer of 2001, felt like a halcyon time for capitalism. AOL Time Warner, Yahoo and Napster were benevolently connecting the world. Enron and WorldCom were bringing innovation to hidebound industries. President George W. Bush — an H.B.S. graduate himself — had promised to deliver progress and prosperity with businesslike efficiency.
The next few years would prove how little we (and Washington and much of corporate America) really understood about the economy and the world. But at the time, for the 895 first-years preparing ourselves for business moguldom, what really excited us was our good luck. A Harvard M.B.A. seemed like a winning lottery ticket, a gilded highway to world-changing influence, fantastic wealth and — if those self-satisfied portraits that lined the hallways were any indication — a lifetime of deeply meaningful work.
So it came as a bit of a shock, when I attended my 15th reunion last summer, to learn how many of my former classmates weren’t overjoyed by their professional lives — in fact, they were miserable. I heard about one fellow alum who had run a large hedge fund until being sued by investors (who also happened to be the fund manager’s relatives). Another person had risen to a senior role inside one of the nation’s most prestigious companies before being savagely pushed out by corporate politics. Another had learned in the maternity ward that her firm was being stolen by a conniving partner.
Those were extreme examples, of course. Most of us were living relatively normal, basically content lives. But even among my more sanguine classmates, there was a lingering sense of professional disappointment. They talked about missed promotions, disaffected children and billable hours in divorce court. They complained about jobs that were unfulfilling, tedious or just plain bad. One classmate described having to invest $5 million a day — which didn’t sound terrible, until he explained that if he put only $4 million to work on Monday, he had to scramble to place $6 million on Tuesday, and his co-workers were constantly undermining one another in search of the next promotion. It was insanely stressful work, done among people he didn’t particularly like. He earned about $1.2 million a year and hated going to the office.
“I feel like I’m wasting my life,” he told me. “When I die, is anyone going to care that I earned an extra percentage point of return? My work feels totally meaningless.” He recognized the incredible privilege of his pay and status, but his anguish seemed genuine. “If you spend 12 hours a day doing work you hate, at some point it doesn’t matter what your paycheck says,” he told me. There’s no magic salary at which a bad job becomes good. He had received an offer at a start-up, and he would have loved to take it, but it paid half as much, and he felt locked into a lifestyle that made this pay cut impossible. “My wife laughed when I told her about it,” he said.
‘When I die, is anyone going to care that I earned an extra percentage point of return? My work feels totally meaningless.’
After our reunion, I wondered if my Harvard class — or even just my own friends there — were an anomaly. So I began looking for data about the nation’s professional psyche. What I found was that my classmates were hardly unique in their dissatisfaction; even in a boom economy, a surprising portion of Americans are professionally miserable right now. In the mid-1980s, roughly 61 percent of workers told pollsters they were satisfied with their jobs. Since then, that number has declined substantially, hovering around half; the low point was in 2010, when only 43 percent of workers were satisfied, according to data collected by the Conference Board, a nonprofit research organization. The rest said they were unhappy, or at best neutral, about how they spent the bulk of their days. Even among professionals given to lofty self-images, like those in medicine and law, other studies have noted a rise in discontent. Why? Based on my own conversations with classmates and the research I began reviewing, the answer comes down to oppressive hours, political infighting, increased competition sparked by globalization, an “always-on culture” bred by the internet — but also something that’s hard for these professionals to put their finger on, an underlying sense that their work isn’t worth the grueling effort they’re putting into it.
This wave of dissatisfaction is especially perverse because corporations now have access to decades of scientific research about how to make jobs better. “We have so much evidence about what people need,” says Adam Grant, a professor of management and psychology at the University of Pennsylvania (and a contributing opinion writer at The Times). Basic financial security, of course, is critical — as is a sense that your job won’t disappear unexpectedly. What’s interesting, however, is that once you can provide financially for yourself and your family, according to studies, additional salary and benefits don’t reliably contribute to worker satisfaction. Much more important are things like whether a job provides a sense of autonomy — the ability to control your time and the authority to act on your unique expertise. People want to work alongside others whom they respect (and, optimally, enjoy spending time with) and who seem to respect them in return.
And finally, workers want to feel that their labors are meaningful. “You don’t have to be curing cancer,” says Barry Schwartz, a visiting professor of management at the University of California, Berkeley. We want to feel that we’re making the world better, even if it’s as small a matter as helping a shopper find the right product at the grocery store. “You can be a salesperson, or a toll collector, but if you see your goal as solving people’s problems, then each day presents 100 opportunities to improve someone’s life, and your satisfaction increases dramatically,” Schwartz says.
One of the more significant examples of how meaningfulness influences job satisfaction comes from a study published in 2001. Two researchers — Amy Wrzesniewski of Yale and Jane Dutton, now a distinguished emeritus professor at the University of Michigan — wanted to figure out why particular janitors at a large hospital were so much more enthusiastic than others. So they began conducting interviews and found that, by design and habit, some members of the janitorial staff saw their jobs not as just tidying up but as a form of healing. One woman, for instance, mopped rooms inside a brain-injury unit where many residents were comatose. The woman’s duties were basic: change bedpans, pick up trash. But she also sometimes took the initiative to swap around the pictures on the walls, because she believed a subtle stimulation change in the unconscious patients’ environment might speed their recovery. She talked to other convalescents about their lives. “I enjoy entertaining the patients,” she told the researchers. “That is not really part of my job description, but I like putting on a show for them.” She would dance around, tell jokes to families sitting vigil at bedsides, try to cheer up or distract everyone from the pain and uncertainty that otherwise surrounded them. In a 2003 study led by the researchers, another custodian described cleaning the same room two times in order to ease the mind of a stressed-out father.
To some, the moral might seem obvious: If you see your job as healing the sick, rather than just swabbing up messes, you’re likely to have a deeper sense of purpose whenever you grab the mop. But what’s remarkable is how few workplaces seem to have internalized this simple lesson. “There are so many jobs where people feel like what they do is relatively meaningless,” Wrzesniewski says. “Even for well-paid positions, or jobs where you assume workers feel a sense of meaning, people feel like what they’re doing doesn’t matter.” That’s certainly true for my miserable classmate earning $1.2 million a year. Even though, in theory, the investments he makes each day help fund pensions — and thus the lives of retirees — it’s pretty hard to see that altruism from his window office in a Manhattan skyscraper. “It’s just numbers on a screen to me,” he told me. “I’ve never met a retiree who enjoyed a vacation because of what I do. It’s so theoretical it hardly seems real.”
There is a raging debate — on newspaper pages, inside Silicon Valley, among presidential hopefuls — as to what constitutes a “good job.” I’m an investigative business reporter, and so I have a strange perspective on this question. When I speak to employees at a company, it’s usually because something has gone wrong. My stock-in-trade are sources who feel their employers are acting unethically or ignoring sound advice. The workers who speak to me are willing to describe both the good and the bad in the places where they work, in the hope that we will all benefit from their insights.
The smoothest life paths sometimes fail to teach us about what really brings us satisfaction day to day.
What’s interesting to me, though, is that these workers usually don’t come across as unhappy. When they agree to talk to a journalist — to share confidential documents or help readers understand how things went awry — it’s not because they hate their employers or are overwhelmingly disgruntled. They often seem to love their jobs and admire the companies they work for. They admire them enough, in fact, to want to help them improve. They are engaged and content. They believe what they are doing matters — both in coming to work every day and in blowing the whistle on problems they see.
Do these people have “good jobs”? Are they luckier or less fortunate than my $1.2 million friend, who couldn’t care less about his firm? Are Google employees who work 60 hours a week but who can eat many of their meals (or freeze their eggs) on the company’s dime more satisfied than a start-up founder in Des Moines who cleans the office herself but sees her dream become reality?
As the airwaves heat up in anticipation of the 2020 election, Americans are likely to hear a lot of competing views about what a “good job” entails. Some will celebrate billionaires as examples of this nation’s greatness, while others will pillory them as evidence of an economy gone astray. Through all of that, it’s worth keeping in mind that the concept of a “good job” is inherently complicated, because ultimately it’s a conversation about what we value, whether individually or collectively. Even for Americans who live frighteningly close to the bone, like the janitors studied by Wrzesniewski and Dutton, a job is usually more than just a means to a paycheck. It’s a source of purpose and meaning, a place in the world.
There’s a possibility, when it comes to understanding good jobs, that we have it all wrong. When I was speaking to my H.B.S. classmates, one of them reminded me about some people at our reunion who seemed wholly unmiserable — who seemed, somewhat to their own surprise, to have wound up with jobs that were both financially and emotionally rewarding. I knew of one person who had become a prominent venture capitalist; another friend had started a retail empire that expanded to five states; yet another was selling goods all over the world. There were some who had become investors running their own funds.
And many of them had something in common: They tended to be the also-rans of the class, the ones who failed to get the jobs they wanted when they graduated. They had been passed over by McKinsey & Company and Google, Goldman Sachs and Apple, the big venture-capital firms and prestigious investment houses. Instead, they were forced to scramble for work — and thus to grapple, earlier in their careers, with the trade-offs that life inevitably demands. These late bloomers seemed to have learned the lessons about workplace meaning preached by people like Barry Schwartz. It wasn’t that their workplaces were enlightened or (as far as I could tell) that H.B.S. had taught them anything special. Rather, they had learned from their own setbacks. And often they wound up richer, more powerful and more content than everyone else.
That’s not to wish genuine hardship on any American worker, given that a setback for a poor or working-class person can lead to bankruptcy, hunger or worse. But for those who do find themselves miserable at work, it’s an important reminder that the smoothest life paths sometimes fail to teach us about what really brings us satisfaction day to day. A core goal of capitalism is evaluating and putting a price on risk. In our professional lives, we hedge against misfortune by taking out insurance policies in the form of fancy degrees, saving against rainy days by pursuing careers that promise stability. Nowadays, however, stability is increasingly scarce, and risk is harder to measure. Many of our insurance policies have turned out to be worth as much as Enron.
“I’m jealous of everyone who had the balls to do something that made them happy,” my $1.2 million friend told me. “It seemed like too big a risk for me to take when we were at school.” But as one of the also-rans myself — I applied to McKinsey, to private-equity firms and to a real estate conglomerate and was rejected by them all — I didn’t need any courage in making the decision to go into the modest-paying (by H.B.S. standards) field of journalism. Some of my classmates thought I was making a huge mistake by ignoring all the doors H.B.S. had opened for me in high finance and Silicon Valley. What they didn’t know was that those doors, in fact, had stayed shut — and that as a result, I was saved from the temptation of easy riches. I’ve been thankful ever since, grateful that my bad luck made it easier to choose a profession that I’ve loved. Finding meaning, whether as a banker or a janitor, is difficult work. Usually life, rather than a business-school classroom, is the place to learn how to do it.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4206416&forum_id=2#37820857) |
Date: February 21st, 2019 2:21 PM Author: judgmental deranged trailer park codepig
“My wife laughed when I told her about it,” he said.
“My wife laughed when I told her about it,” he said.
“My wife laughed when I told her about it,” he said.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4206416&forum_id=2#37820909) |
Date: February 21st, 2019 2:25 PM Author: Racy Blue Center Really Tough Guy
He earned about $1.2 million a year and hated going to the office. ...He had received an offer at a start-up, and he would have loved to take it, but it paid half as much, and he felt locked into a lifestyle that made this pay cut impossible. “My wife laughed when I told her about it,” he said.
LMAO, he should have shot her in the face right on the spot
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Date: February 21st, 2019 6:47 PM Author: Provocative ocher gas station travel guidebook
Kids are awesome and really the only reason we're together, but it's a very good reason. They would be so crushed if we split up while they are little, and so far the longer we stay together the worse it would be. I'm fine staying married to her as long as that's the case.
I would say chances of divorce before our youngest (currently 5) is 18 are about 30-50%, but if nothing fundamentally changes between us then they shoot up the second our youngest graduates college. We'd be early 50s and likely making both of our retirements way shittier or else committing to working until we're 67. But it could happen sooner if things don't change to become more tolerable in the next 5-7 years and they're both in middle school and want nothing to do with us, plus they have to jerk off and play video games for 15 of the 25 hours a week they aren't at school, at a sport/club/friend's house or asleep, and there's a high likelihood my parents and the rest of her grandparents are gone by then. We'd both be mid-40s and could probably still remarry if we wanted to. But it would all depend on our kids. Our oldest is honestly the best possible child I could ever hope to raise, and he would take it so hard, and it's conceivable he could still be that way as an adolescent. So then maybe we'd have to wait until he's out of the house, especially if he was moving away for college, which would be late 40s.
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Date: February 21st, 2019 3:25 PM Author: light point
I'm not sure, but
when you get paid $1.2 million, do the people in charge of your compensation expect you to 'go to the office and dick around'?
Are they usually chill about it if it comes to light that that's what you've been doing?
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4206416&forum_id=2#37821363) |
Date: February 21st, 2019 2:33 PM Author: Twinkling party of the first part
the only solution is to mega save and then take that more chill fulfilling job.
dood making $1.2mm a year at age 40 (15 year reunion) probably already has $3.5mm net worth and could have a $7mm net worth by 45 easily.
then can bank $200k a year in passive interest income with no risk and more like $500k a year with manageable risk and volatility.
They guy is just striving and living too large if he can't quit to take a $500k job.
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Date: February 21st, 2019 2:42 PM Author: Wine mood
these people are just smart enough to consciously or unconsciously understand that their parasitic, skimming-off-the-top GC "jobs" are objectively evil and making the world a worse place. they are unhappy because carrying this cognitive dissonance around with them all day every day is an incredibly heavy psychological burden
the only way for them to escape this is to quit their objectively evil jobs and to do something healthy and pro-social instead. i know people who have done this. it's possible to heal yourself and maek it
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Date: February 21st, 2019 3:06 PM Author: Aqua Personal Credit Line
"He earned about $1.2 million a year and hated going to the office."
What a greedy kike. You could retire after 3 years.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4206416&forum_id=2#37821229) |
Date: February 21st, 2019 3:35 PM Author: floppy seedy international law enforcement agency
When I was speaking to my H.B.S. classmates, one of them reminded me about some people at our reunion who seemed wholly unmiserable — who seemed, somewhat to their own surprise, to have wound up with jobs that were both financially and emotionally rewarding. I knew of one person who had become a prominent venture capitalist; another friend had started a retail empire that expanded to five states; yet another was selling goods all over the world. There were some who had become investors running their own funds.
Sup Brady!
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Date: February 21st, 2019 4:03 PM Author: Rambunctious Halford Market
so author went HBS --> BIG JOURNALISM?
What an insane person.
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Date: February 21st, 2019 6:07 PM Author: vivacious gold faggotry legal warrant
Yeah, we live in a world of high hours, high stress, high turnover jobs which directly lead to the shit backstabbing culture. And the solution to that is, clearly, that we need more "meaning" in our fucking jobs. God forbid we even DISCUSS better hours and job stability. Anyone who doesnt see the misdirection here is a mouth breathing idiot.
This entire article is an insult to their readers. "Hey, we think that you are so stupid and GULLIBLE that you will actually buy this drivel." And turns out, they're right.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4206416&forum_id=2#37822173)
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Date: February 21st, 2019 11:48 PM Author: lavender 180 home
part of this is just growing up and has nothing to do with the jobs
he describes week 1 of HBS as being an enchanted, naive time (which I'm sure is right)
it's all downhill from there
Schopenhauer has a good bit on this: https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/s/schopenhauer/arthur/pessimism/chapter1.html
"In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin. It is a blessing that we do not know what is really going to happen. Could we foresee it, there are times when children might seem like innocent prisoners, condemned, not to death, but to life, and as yet all unconscious of what their sentence means. Nevertheless, every man desires to reach old age; in other words, a state of life of which it may be said: “It is bad to-day, and it will be worse to-morrow; and so on till the worst of all.”
If two men who were friends in their youth meet again when they are old, after being separated for a life-time, the chief feeling they will have at the sight of each other will be one of complete disappointment at life as a whole; because their thoughts will be carried back to that earlier time when life seemed so fair as it lay spread out before them in the rosy light of dawn, promised so much — and then performed so little. This feeling will so completely predominate over every other that they will not even consider it necessary to give it words; but on either side it will be silently assumed, and form the ground-work of all they have to talk about.
He who lives to see two or three generations is like a man who sits some time in the conjurer’s booth at a fair, and witnesses the performance twice or thrice in succession. The tricks were meant to be seen only once; and when they are no longer a novelty and cease to deceive, their effect is gone."
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4206416&forum_id=2#37824074)
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Date: February 22nd, 2019 12:03 AM Author: razzle metal address masturbator
lol
yeah, just do more pseudo-spiritual MBA horseshit everyone 'meditating' to increase 'productivity' and reading 'The Art of War'
moar MEANING
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Date: February 22nd, 2019 2:02 PM Author: sinister bipolar cruise ship
Every now and then I glance at the NYTimes and after a few minutes always wonder who the hell are these people? They're strange, not quite humans. The weirdest part of it is that they think they're the normal ones and the rest of us aren't.
Meanwhile the rest of us just get along with life.
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