A Job's a Job

Okay, I've written pretty extensively about work I think in my blog. I work in a creative field and I've come to realize this quite awhile ago.

I honestly don't care.

I do not have the wherewithal to fight over this shade of blue over that shade of blue, if this font or that font is better. It's all really fluff and doesn't matter a whole lot. I figure if I'm not in charge (which I'm fine with), then I'm not going to waste my breath fighting over such trivial matters. This mentality seems to bother people who are in the same field. They feel I should care more.

I'm somewhat concerned about these people. To fret over such little things, I can only imagine what kind of self imposed stress they must be under. To be as anal as to argue over the position of an element by 1/16th of an inch. It explains a lot, to these people's main concerns of vanity and superficialities.

There are other people who are making much more critical decisions in their day, the direction of the treatment of a patient, public policies being approved, etc... These decisions warrant such concern. In the grand scheme of things, these decisions carry much more weight than whether this headline should be 9pt type or 8pt type.