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13 October, 2013

Ive been watching The West Wing lately, I’m up to series three. It’s great telly and is currently holding the position of my number two favourite TV drama show. Behind Buffy, since you ask. Here’s a clip from an episode I watched this week. Never mind the politics, you either support the Democrats or you don’t, but don’t let that detract you from the quality of the writing and the genius character that is President Jed Barltlett.



In The West Wing, the staff of the White House work pretty much every waking hour. There is an occasional scene of a character outside work but very rarely. Recently I was sat at my desk at  work, the first one there as always, resenting the fact I was at work and the first one there as always, and the West Wing came to mind. If one or all of the characters has to still be in the office at 1am or arrive in the office at 5am then they are in the office. Tired maybe, having cancelled something else maybe, but there and focussed and ready to work and enthusiastic. And the difference is that they are driven people, who are willing to sacrifice anything outside of work because it is a job, a career, they truly believe in. I don’t have drive, I truly don’t believe in it, and I resent every minute of my own time I give up for free. My job is a shittily-paid cog-in-a-wheel that makes fuck all difference to anything in the long run, except I do it so well that my boss gets to stay within his budget and the shareholders get their dividends.


The other TRGvTWW comparison of recent times was when one of the characters mentioned their age, and it was the same age I don’t like to admit that I am. And in a classic symptom of midlife-crisis and regret at life’s missed chances, I couldn’t help but compare myself to this, admittedly fictional, character. One is amongst the inner circle of hugely talented people who forges the future for the worlds’ sole superpower, albeit fictionally, and I have the job described in the paragraph above. Before you think I am getting above myself, I would never be able to do their job, would never have the talent to do it or the drive to get there, but the contrast was very clear.


The answer of course is that everything I have said in this post is down to me. If I hate my job so much, it’s down to me to leave. If I want a job I believe in and stretches me and which deserves my abilities, it’s down to me to find it and fight for it. But that’s the hard part. The easy part is to bitch about it online and then go and eat another biscuit.


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