"Look, let me explain something. I'm not Mr. Lebowski. You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. That or His Dudeness... Duder... or El Duderino, if, you know, you're not into the whole brevity thing."- The Dude
"The Dude abides." -The Dude
In the interest of full disclosure, I feel like a major hypocrite. Only a few short weeks after writing about how to survive a lay-off, I have been feeling defeated by my own situation. To offer some context, I have been working overtime at a restaurant and had stopped seeing the light at the end of tunnel, beyond the piling up orders of steaks and potato gratin, burgers and truffle fries, and tuna blt sandwiches. It was dizzying.
This week, I have been thinking a lot about job identity. How much is what we do who we are? Sure, the hippie movement tried to change the perception that an office job meant success by sticking it to the man. But then those professional flaneurs mostly grew up to wear ties and love Starbucks lattes made by baristas who are really econ students (for exception to this rule, please see "The Big Lebowski").
I think there should be a fine balance. A job can be a passion but maybe not a status symbol. On this note, before I despair further or longingly watch the original 1979 "Hair" movie on Hulu (umm...already did that), I promise there will be more job profiles to come soon of interesting people pursuing their passions.