barefootskater said:
My inner crotchety old man says schools coddle us too much.
My inner abused apprentice says jobs should be more understanding and patient for us to learn. And willing to reward us when we do learn.
My inner cynical rebel wants schools (which we are legally required to attend) to stop preaching about how school is the only way to get anywhere.
My inner repressed insecure and nervous self wants even entry level jobs to take a vested interest in making sure we can actually survive (or find a way to grow quickly) financially after devoting 1/3 of our precious time to the company.
Thanks, I've been saying this for awhile, but you did a better job of summarizing it.
I worked in the trades (briefly), and my distaste for them was exactly what you eluded to. Nobody wanted to teach me anything, they just wanted me to bust my ass and get back-breaking tasks done. That is, in a way, the problem with the trades, they are often "labor first, learn later." Then guys go and complain that they can't find good hires, because all the guys that stick around are either dumb as hell or speak another language.
The smart guys? They go into engineering, programming, medical sciences, technology jobs. Why? Because someone says "figure out a way of solving this problem" where as the slave-driver trades foreman merely said "move that big heavy stuff from Point A to Point B in the least efficient way possible, as quickly as possible." To which, the smart kid asked "uh, can't we use a piece of equipment to move that in like, 15 minutes?" To which the foreman angrily replies "I didn't pay your for your brains kid, I pay for your sweat."
I often tell the story of my experience as a 22 year old college student who needed summer work. I had previously worked for a home builder doing odd jobs for two summers out of high school, but never learned anything there. The final straw was when I worked for a guy remodeling a 1850's farm house for a large corporate client. Fieldstone foundation, no basement, just dirt fill under the floorboards. He wanted a basement for mechanicals, so he hired me to replace a 55 year old guy who was getting back surgery from blown discs to manually dig out a 600sqft x 6' deep basement by myself, using 5gal buckets. I didn't learn anything that summer either, other than my back was fragile. It was my own stupid fault. I learned more working for a YMCA summer camp as maintenance for 3 months the next year than I had in 9 months working for those general contractors. It was just a different environment, different culture.
For me, and some others, it might just be a difference in job satisfaction. I tend to prefer the labor and hardwork as a "relief" from the stress of constantly using my brain, but if I start a job and never use my brain, I just constantly wonder "where is this going?" BTW I've been doing tons of backbreaking, dirty, sweaty landscaping projects around my house, so it's not like I'm scared of hard work, it's just that it's gotta have a purpose aside from someone being too lazy or cheap to rent a piece of equipment.
I do blame some of this on the inability of young people to demand what they want out of their job besides money. Today, as an adult, I could go to a plumber or electrician and say "hey, I want to learn your trade, but I aint gonna be a ditch digger." Yea, I might get a few guys who would say "get bent!" but eventually I might find someone who is willing to actually train the next generation of tradespeople. I'd probably still dig some ditches, but at least my boss would understand what I came for.
Perhaps that's just it: we tend to think everyone is just out there for the money, when in reality, some people want to learn something new in a welcoming environment. Hard to create innovation or better ways of doing things when you're paying people not to think. That extends far beyond the trades or construction industries.
My hope is to learn some of these trades on my own, so I can keep my easy going job that pays really well with great benefits and a pension, while still getting the cathartic use of my hands to improve my home. Hopefully I can get some local community college courses in various trades.
Maybe some day when I've got a comfortable retirement, paid off house, my wife is working full-time, and my kid is older, I'll get a trade job just for the fun of it.