At the barbecue last evening, I had another ‘civil-servant-job-has-got-no-life‘ conversation with one of the freshmen. He obviously had the vision of a severe myopic cretin. As a chemical engineering student, he probably didn’t think about the monotony his life is going to get after graduation. Tell me if it’s fun going through the peripatetic routine of commuting from your home to your workplace.

I don’t understand why peers of my age believe strongly that the armed forces is all out looking for ways to bind prospective soldiers to military careers. No idea why peers my age believe they have the choice of switching jobs as and when they like.

The fact is, when you reached your mid-thirties, depending on your stage of life, perceptions like the above tend to change. With a family at stake; an exorbitant housing loan to pay off; and an additional car as liability, try convincing anyone that you’ll be sure to switch jobs the instant your supercilious boss attempts to rest his weight on you. Tell me you will switch jobs when you encounter a Machiavellian colleague who stabs you in your back in his bid to promote faster than you that financial year.

Even better, plan another career when you have medically unfit dependents at home siphoning up on your health insurance. My point is, in many ways, we don’t work entirely for ourselves. We work for the future of others (ours included). And in most cases, all jobs have their nadir and apexes. There isn’t much love going around, why the constant bashing on someone’s choice of job?