Anything you like to do isn’t tiresome. (Carl Murray Bates, stonemason, Kindle 809)
Working is a compendium of first-person narratives about, erm, work – the good, the bad, the ugly. Speakers range from 12 years of age to 75 (or more). They are male and female; White, Black, and Latin. Many are blue-collar workers, but some are also owners. Few are professionals – I don't remember any physicians, social workers, psychologists, physical therapists, or professors, although there are a couple of attorneys. No artists, but there are musicians; no authors, but some professional writers. There are people who are famous (e.g., Rip Torn, Steve Hamilton, and George Allen), but most are not. As Studs Turkle observed,
This book, being about work, is, by its very nature, about violence—to the spirit as well as to the body. It is about ulcers as well as accidents, about shouting matches as well as fistfights, about nervous breakdowns as well as kicking the dog around. It is, above all (or beneath all), about daily humiliations. To survive the day is triumph enough for the walking wounded among the great many of us. (Kindle)
Many of the workers talked about the ways that work can destroy the spirit:
You’re not regarded. You’re just a number out there. Just like a prisoner. When you report off you tell ’em your badge number. A lotta people don’t know your name. They know you by your badge number. (Steve Dubi, steelworker, Kindle 12424)
I think a lot of places don’t want people to be people. I think they want you to almost be the machines they’re working with. They just want to dehumanize you. Just like when you walk in in the morning, you put the switch on and here you are: “I am a robot. This is what I do. Good morning. How are you? May I help you?” (Nancy Rogers, bank teller, Kindle 6313)
I’m tired. Because I’m not growing old gracefully. I resent the fact that I haven’t got the coordination that I had. I resent the fact that I can’t run as fast as I used to. I resent the fact that I get sleepy when I’m out at a night club. I resent it terribly. My wife is growing old gracefully but I’m not. (Richard Mann, installment dealer, Kindle 2824)
I think most of us are looking for a calling, not a job. Most of us, like the assembly line worker, have jobs that are too small for our spirit. (Nora Watson, writer for company publishing health literature, Kindle)
One contributing factor to the death of the spirit is the work environment: the noise, smells, dirt, and abuse (major and more trivial).
Neither the company nor the union gives a damn about us. As far as they’re concerned, we’re machines—as wretched as the cabs. (Lucky Miller, cab driver, Kindle 5026)
I began to see how everything was so wrong. When growers can have an intricate watering system to irrigate their crops but they can’t have running water inside the houses of workers. Veterinarians tend to the needs of domestic animals but they can’t have medical care for the workers. They can have land subsidies for the growers but they can’t have adequate unemployment compensation for the workers. They treat him like a farm implement. (Roberto Acuna, organizer for United Farm Workers, Kindle 1082)
Perversely, while bad pay can starve workers, both literally and figuratively, good money corrupts:
Maybe in amateur days I would say, “Hold it. I thought that was good.” I may have said, “Play two, take it over.” I’m not gonna do that now and nobody’s gonna do it. When you were amateur, you were more open. Winning now is everything. (Jeanne Reynolds, tennis pro, Kindle 8695)
I began to see how everything was so wrong. When growers can have an intricate watering system to irrigate their crops but they can’t have running water inside the houses of workers. Veterinarians tend to the needs of domestic animals but they can’t have medical care for the workers. They can have land subsidies for the growers but they can’t have adequate unemployment compensation for the workers. They treat him like a farm implement. (Roberta Victor, prostitute, Kindle 2217)
For me, Working is about the importance of meaning, challenge, and flow, the opportunity to get lost in something that is somewhat difficult and feels important. I imagine another Chicagoan, Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi (okay, not a native one), reading this tome and, as a result, deriving his ideas about flow (e.g., coming from the person's approach to work rather than the work itself).
I really feel work is gorgeous. It’s the only thing you can depend upon in life. You can’t depend on love. Oh, love is quite ephemeral. Work has a dignity you can count upon. Work has to be a game in order for it to be well done. You have to be able to play in it, to compete with yourself. You push yourself to your limits in order to enjoy it. There’s quite a wonderful rhythm you can find yourself involved in in the process of any kind of work. It can be waxing a floor or washing dishes . . . (Barbara Terwilliger, currently not working, although had been an actress, salesperson, performing market research, etc., Kindle 9705).
I’m a couple of days away, I’m very lonesome for this place. When I’m on a vacation, I can’t wait to go, but two or three days away, I start to get fidgety. I can’t stand around and do nothin’. I have to be busy at all times. I look forward to comin’ to work. It’s a great feelin’. I enjoy it somethin’ terrible. (Babe Secoli, checker at grocery, Kindle 6847)
It would be very tiring if I had to say, “Would you like a cocktail?” and say that over and over. So I come out different for my own enjoyment. I would say, “What’s exciting at the bar that I can offer?” I can’t say, “Do you want coffee?” Maybe I’ll say, “Are you in the mood for coffee?” Or, “The coffee sounds exciting.” Just rephrase it enough to make it interesting for me. That would make them take an interest. It becomes theatrical and I feel like Mata Hari and it intoxicates me. (Dolores Dante, waitress, Kindle 7028)
I’m not an engineer, but I have an idea and I kind of develop things and—(with an air of wonder)—they work. All night long I think about this place. I love my work. It isn’t the money. (Dave Bender, owner of factory manufacturing vending machine and coin machine parts, Kindle 9063)
If I’m working on some good Steinways, my day goes so fast I don’t even know where it’s gone. But if I’m working on an uninteresting instrument, just the time to tune it drags miserably. There’s something of a stimulus in good sound. (Eugene Russell, piano tuner, Kindle 7476)
When you do something you’re really turned on about, you’ll do it off-hours too. I put more of myself into it, acting like I’m a capable person. When you’re doing something you’re turned off on, you don’t use what talents you have. (Lilith Reynolds, government work, Kindle 8084)
I don’t want to retire. I’d be lost if I had to stay home and don’t see the public all day long. (Teddy Grodowski, elevator operator, Kindle 6153)
And when a person's values are woven through the work, it is no longer work:
I want to learn more. I’m hungry for knowledge. I want to do something. I’m searching for something. I don’t know what it is. (Jesusita Navarro, stay at home mother on welfare, Kindle 7277)
The gifts God has given me is to be a businessman. To be able to organize, to be able to sell, to be able to understand figures and what not. I want to use these gifts for the glory of God. I don’t want to do anything in my business life that would shame my Saviour. So I always look to guidance from the Bible on how the business should be run. (Steven Simonyi-Gindele, publisher of The Capitalist Reporter, Kindle 10206)
Working was written and published 45 years ago, in 1974, so these transcribed conversations are a rich oral history. Countercultural attitudes thread through many of the histories, as these workers attempt to create a life and work that work for them. The goal isn't the end, but the means.
Even today if I decided I could not be happy and personally fulfilled, I’d step out as a priest. The work of a priest is to bring life to people. If I don’t have that life inside me, I can’t give that life away. (Father Leonard Dubi, Catholic priest and activist, Kindle 12538)
Father Dubi's father (quoted very early in this review) knew the same thing, but felt trapped and unable to "step out." And, the juxtaposition of narratives from father and son enriches the larger story, as do some of the other juxtapositions, albeit more directly.
The fuckin’ world’s so fucked up, the country’s fucked up. But the firemen, you actually see them produce. You see them put out a fire. You see them come out with babies in their hands. You see them give mouth-to-mouth when a guy’s dying. You can’t get around that shit. That’s real. To me, that’s what I want to be. (Tom Patrick, formerly a police officer, but now a firefighter, Kindle 13231)
Sorry this was so long, but there were so many pearls in the book. I got absorbed in the process. :)