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This month's issue of Outside magazine touts itself as the "Coolest Jobs Issue," boldly stating that we can do what we love and love what we do and that the little leprechaun from the "Lucky Charms" ads will share his pink hearts, purple horseshoes, blue moons, yellow stars and green clovers with us and life as we know it will be Magically Delicious.
OK, so Outside isn't quite promising ALL that. But they do make it sound like we can all just chuck the 9-to-5 life for a career as a hiking guide in some charming ski village outside Vail or Stowe and look fresh-faced, youthful and positively brimming with health while earning a living and waking up with a smile on our face and a spring in our step each morning, knowing we'll face another day doing what we love and loving what we do.
Tell it to my morning cup of coffee, granola eaters. I like my job and I'm happy with it, but I don't trust people who are fresh-faced and walking all springy-stepped into work. They're high on something and it isn't life, America or that pristine "mountain air" Outside raves about. Thanks to them, the rest of us end up having to pee in cups just to get desk jobs and that's something to be bitter about.
August 16 2005, 19:05:23 UTC 6 years ago
If it seemed practical, I would ditch grad school in a hearbeat to be a ski instructor in Vail. Unfortunately, that would require actually knowing how to ski. Oh well. But I remain jealous of people who live that kind of life.
And you know that half the subscription base of Outside are bitter desk jockeys and cubicle monkeys. There's probably like, four people that actually have the lifestyle that the magazine promotes
August 16 2005, 19:30:11 UTC 6 years ago
Cubicle Monkeys 'R' Us
A group of college kids toured the newsroom a couple of weeks ago and my co-worker overheard one girl say, under her breath, "God, save me from cubicle life." We think it should be printed on t-shirts.