17th March, 2009 - Ten Things I Hate About My Job #3

I hate the worry. It feels to me that, as I get older, I worry about stuff at work more and more. Not long ago I found myself lying awake in bed at 6am thinking about a file that I’m dealing with and worrying about an obscure tax rule. I got so worked up about it that I had to go into the office to look it up.

It seems to me that, if I had become a gentleman’s barber, that it is unlikely that I would have had these stomach-churning concerns. All I would have had to worry about would be ensuring that my trusty scissors were sharp, and that the bristles on my Neck Dusty Brush were not too harsh for the necks of my gentleman customers. I would snip away at their hair knowing that when the last head had been shorn, I would close the door, and sleep untroubled until the next morning.