MORE than a decade ago, I was in a job in
which if I had sat down at my desk and worked for 100 hours straight, I
would be only slightly less behind than when I started. I was a
newspaper editor, stuck in the never-ending grind that caused me to
begin having a regular daydream.
Wouldn’t it be nice, I would tell myself as I faced down one deadline after another, if I had a job in which I could just sit still for eight hours a day. No duties, no meetings, no responsibilities — just enter an office, sit down at a desk and collect a pay cheque at month end.
At the time I never
believed such a job existed, except perhaps in a few dusty corners of
the government. But then, after suffering complete burnout in my
newspaper job and finding myself back on the market, I discovered first hand that there was such a position in the private sector.
Wouldn’t it be nice, I would tell myself as I faced down one deadline after another, if I had a job in which I could just sit still for eight hours a day. No duties, no meetings, no responsibilities — just enter an office, sit down at a desk and collect a pay cheque at month end.
