A question posted online recently captured my attention in a big way. It went something like this: “If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?”
I was surprised when my guts began churning and a flood of emotions washed over me. So many memories. So many “what ifs.” So many “if onlys.”
What would my ideal job be? Oh, please don’t ask me that. Ask me anything else, but not that. It’s just too embarrassing.
It sounds like a warped job interview question, something the production manager or the HR lady sadistically throws at the poor applicant in an attempt to throw him or her off kilter and assess “thinking on your feet” skills.
In fact, I was asked this question during a job interview once, many years ago. The interviewer added “anything but the job you are applying for, that is.” Of course. There would be no point in enduring suck-ups who provide the obvious answer.
As a self-professed “word freak,” I told the interviewer that I have long been fascinated by etymology and would, in my dreams, be the editor of the Oxford English Dictionary. What happened after that was not pretty. Believing I had said “entomology,” the interviewer thought I was into insects. As far as the OED, he told me that he had one of those on his desk. I was sure he was lying, as I knew full well that the OED consists of 20 thick volumes. (I had not yet heard of the compact edition.) Then he admitted to me that he’s really like to be a rock star.
Need I add that I did not get that job? I’m probably better off, too.
The loaded question about “your ideal job” has been around just about forever, and I don’t see it going away anytime soon. When I was in college in the 1980s, pondering what the hell I was going to do after graduation with a degree in English and political science, the popular question (courtesy of the Richard Nelson Bolles book) was “what color is your parachute?” Today, I suppose, we would say (courtesy of young crooner Kacey Musgraves) “follow your arrow wherever it points.”
Turn the dial on the ol’ Wayback Machine a few years earlier. Everyone from my grandparents to my aunts and uncles to my parents’ friends and our next-door neighbors posed the same question to me at one time or another: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Every kid gets asked that question. I used to think it was a way of testing the kid’s mettle, to find out how big he or she can dream. Or maybe it’s just a way of making small talk, an adult’s way to start a conversation with a child when the adult doesn’t really know how to relate to kids and has no idea of what else to say. It’s the old tried-and-true. It’s the question that’s expected. Now that I’m an old guy, and more jaded than I like to admit, I suspect that many adults ask kids this question to get a good laugh at the outrageous response they might receive.
If a shy kid greets this question with silence, the follow-up may well be something like: “Policeman, fireman or Indian chief?” (In the upper middle class suburban world in which I was raised, the question would more likely have been: “Doctor, lawyer or Indian chief?”)
Seriously, what is it with Indian chiefs? I was born much too late to have heard of Tonto and the Lone Ranger, although I have vague, fuzzy memories of watching old westerns with my grandpa when I was four or five years old.
It seems like a humorous anachronism now. Today, if you used the phrase “Indian chief,” the image that would come to my mind would be of a CEO in Mumbai. Not a bad career choice, come to think of it.
Well, what I wanted to be when I grew up was really rather boring. I wanted to be a librarian.
I was enamored with books and retain vivid memories of an embarrassing incident in which I walked right into the office of the director of the public library and asked him for a job. I was ten years old.
To the guy’s credit, he quizzed me on the Dewey Decimal System, a test which I summarily failed.
“Being a librarian doesn’t mean you get to read books all day,” my mother patiently tried to explain. Duh! Everyone knows that. Librarians get to push the little cart around and tell people where the periodical room is and shove library cards under that little machine with the bright light that makes a copy with the due date stamped on it.
I started telling people that I wanted to be a teacher like my Dad. It was safer. Also, it was less of a sissy answer. Everyone knew librarians were old ladies with their hair put up in buns.
What I do for a living today is far more boring than being a librarian. I am a manager in the government service. Pass the white bread and the vanilla ice cream.
I’ve spent years as a supervisor and manager in both the public and private sectors, during which time I’ve had ample opportunity to reflect upon career paths, recruiting and the interview process. On several occasions, I found myself in the position of reviewing stacks of job applications and then conducting dozens of interviews. I learned to take good notes, because after a while it becomes difficult to remember one candidate from another. Perhaps someone stands out because they tell me a funny joke, once worked as a lion tamer or show up at the interview with really big hair. But mostly it’s just a chorus line.
These days, I consider myself reformed. I am rarely involved with hiring anymore, and when I am, I don’t ask candidates what their ideal job would be.
For one thing, it’s too painful. That is, the ridiculous answers you get are too painful to bear. And you can’t even laugh! You have to keep your serious supervisor’s face on, nod and say something profound like “Well, that’s different!”
Mostly, however, you just get boring answers about wanting to work “in the helping professions” (Query: Is there such a thing as “the hurting professions?”) or wanting to give back to the community or to make a real difference in society.
Sigh. My eyes grow misty as I recall the many times I’ve spewed out such chewed-over platitudes to prospective employers. Even when it’s true, it always comes out sounding just a little bit insincere.
Okay, I’ve put it off long enough. It’s time to fess up. My ideal job, what I’d really love to do more than anything else I can think of, is to be . . .
A customer loyalty team representative in Zappo’s call center.
Yep, you read that right. I want to don a headset, surf the Net like a wild man in search of bargains and answers and make customers insanely happy all day/night.
And much as this is the object of my desires, I can unequivocally guarantee that I will never have this job. More on that in a little while.
Now, why would I want such a job? I’m glad you asked. It’s not out of some goggle-eyed fantasy, I assure you. I worked in a call center for years, so I know the drill. Most of my coworkers hated it and got out as soon as they could. I stuck around for nearly nine years. It’s where I met my wife and it was one of the best times of my life. I’d do it all again in a minute.
My niece works in a call center and often makes vague references to the difficult customers she is forced to deal with, the time constraints she faces on each call and the constant threat of Quality Assurance listening in with a critical ear.
Bring it on, I say!
Satisfying the customer at the other end of the phone line, even the one who has a beef with the company and decides to cuss me out, brings a smile to my face and joy to my heart. I am the weirdo who glories in turning the frown upside down.
But why Zappo’s? Oh my goodness, where do I begin? Sorry, I’ll try not to gush too profusely.
First, Zappo’s operates on a holacratic model, which basically means that it’s about the work, not about the person. There are no titles; roles overlap and morph with business needs. Employees get to use their skills in a variety of areas rather than being stuck doing just one thing until they get “a promotion.” It’s about getting things done, not stroking egos. The idea is entirely refreshing. You can read more about holacracy here.
Then there are Zappo’s ten core values. I will list them here so that you can get some idea of why I’ve gone a little bit gaga over selling shoes and apparel:
- Deliver WOW through service
- Embrace and drive change
- Create fun and a little weirdness
- Be adventurous, creative and open-minded
- Pursue growth and learning
- Build open and honest relationships with communication
- Build a positive team and family spirit
- Do more with less
- Be passionate and determined
- Be humble
I’m told this is not for everyone, but I find it a bit difficult to imagine why anyone would not want to work for such a company.
Pursue growth and learning: Yes! I consider myself a lifelong student, I always want to obtain more schooling, I read omnivorously.
Be adventurous, creative and open-minded: Yes! No more being a square peg wedged into a round hole. Try your latest idea without fear of failure! Then try something else!
Be passionate and determined. Be humble. They’re talking about me!
There are other little things, too. Zappo’s has a 24-hour call center, and I am an inherent night owl who enjoys working weird hours. Switching shifts every so often to meet business needs doesn’t faze me. I find it exciting!
The fact that the staff is always up to fun stuff like parades through the call center and silly games and contests — That’s what adds joy to one’s work life. It’s what keeps people forever young. That’s what builds the same kind of loyalty to an employer that the employees wish to instill in their customers. It’s the WOW, it’s what makes their day.
So why haven’t I packed up and moved to Las Vegas yet? There are a number of obstacles to doing that, but only one that I simply cannot overcome and will never be able to overcome.
I cannot survive on $11 per hour.
Even on $15 an hour, I simply couldn’t make ends meet. I only wish Zappo’s had been around when I was fresh out of college, 21 years old and back home with my parents, wondering what on earth to do next. No rent, no utilities, no food bills, nothing but putting gasoline in my rattletrap old car. I started working for $5.50 an hour on the night shift, which even then was very little money. If I could transport myself back to that time, and transport my parents’ home to the Nevada desert, I could happily indulge in the job of my dreams.
Those days are long gone, of course, decades in the past. All that remains is the edges of a dream, a dream fueled by monthly “Zscoop” email reminders from Meli Gonzalez, social recruiting and engagement specialist at Zappo’s. Like a junkie, I lap up these e-newsletters as a much desired fix. And I try not to let it break my heart. But it’s tough.
I know you don’t read this blog, Meli, but if you’re really out there, give an old guy a break and leave a comment telling me that a Zappo’s job paying a salary on which one can pay the bills just opened up and has my name written all over it.
Back in my day, there were all kinds of pop songs about unrequited love. And this one is mine.
So good night, sweet Zappo’s. I’ll see you in my z’dreams.