Thus the ironic timing of Alain de Botton’s The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work: at least one out ten of us here in America (and maybe as many as one in five, depending upon which government numbers you believe) is without employment. Many of us are without a place to go five days a week, with nothing to produce, no service to provide — identity temporarily vanished.
What de Botton captures so artfully is how important work is to our lives. The paychecks pass through our fingers; where the money goes we can’t remember. But we remember all of our jobs. Maybe the dates get a little fuzzy when a sprucing of the resume is required, but customers, bosses, and coworkers are all unforgettable. FULL ARTICLE