subodh mahato’s job in his west bengal village in india is to tug a rope attached to a grass-mat ceiling fan. he pulls at this rope to cool the post office for 6 hours every day--except for the 10 blessed minutes he takes to rest and eat his lunch. he now makes, after 17 years of promotions, $45 dollars per month. all of which goes to support his extended family of 13. i’m sure he’s proud that he's able to provide for them. (incidentally, he’ll be out of a job when the post office finally gets electricity.)
i thought of subodh today when i started to feel miserable and hate my job again. my cushy writing job that i do sitting in a herman miller chair in front of my mac with my headphones on inside an air-conditioned office with at least one hour for lunch.
for many of us, being unhappy is a complete and utter luxury.