I think that most of the people here did not want to end up working for a real estate company. I think most of them wanted to do bigger and better things with their life, but they missed the boat. It's unfortunate for them, but it has shown me that if you don't fight for the things you want, you'll end up doing mindless tasks as your profession for the rest of your life.
So to me, education and actively pursuing the work that makes you happy is essential, and I don't think one can truly understand this until they've worked in a place like Weichert.
It's comparable to a giant factory. Everybody does things to make the machine move effeciently, and once it has run its course, we recieve more title work to pummel through the system. It's an endless cycle of preparing binders, and there really is no pot of gold at the end of the Weichert rainbow.
I feel as if most people want a job that will help the world, or their world anyway. A career that will help them reach a lifelong goal. Everyone I know is reaching for that, it's the reason we go to school. We go to school to hone the skill, not to learn how to do busywork. After all, isn't that what high school was for?
That being said, it is
the perfect summer job. Easy work, good friends, AC, a computer with Instant Messenger, music, and best of all a really big paycheck given bi-weekly. But doing this for a living just seems like it would be upsetting. They say that dentitst have the highest suicide rate because they look in people's mouths all day. My theory is that this myth is false. If someone goes through 8 years of training to become a dentist, and doesn't realize that they're going to be looking into people's mouths all day, and doesn't actually love
looking into people's mouths all day, then their investment in dentistry education was a huge waste of time and money. The real suicide rates must occur with people who have office jobs in which the tasks performed (tasks, not to be confused with work) are repetitive and downright boring.
I am confident that no Weichert employee paid thousands upon thousands of dollars for a bachelor degree in basic office work.
Which brings me to a point which is quite interesting and unique about places like Weichert. No skill is needed for a job like this. The learning happens in the office when you get the job. Hopefully, the employee will have already attained the qualities of being puntual, responsible, honest, and geniunely helpful. Those are things that you do not learn from college. You learn those things from mothers. Mothers are all the academia anyone will ever need.
Even the attorneys in our office, who spent years at law school, put most of their time into reviewing contracts that they probably don't care about. Real estate law cannot be as exciting as other types of law. Maybe it's just a matter of taste. I've never asked the attorneys if they enjoy their jobs. Perhaps I should.
Weichert is an extremely disconnected place. When there is a fire drill, the title company stays inside. I think that's sort of funny, since it seems like we're probably the only department with the least amount of idiots. They have to learn what happens when the alarm goes off. We already learned it when we were 5.
Big dreams can turn into small dust if you aren't careful. Stay in school, and actively pursue the work you love. And if you ever work for some meaningless, meteocre, redundant tasking job, I will find you, shake you, ask you where you went wrong and how you can fix it. It's never too late to start again. Even if it means working at McDonalds or at the local ballet studio as a receptionist. It doesn't matter. Doing what you love matters.
I could be wrong. Maybe some people love working here. But ask them if they'd rather be doing something else, and I guarantee you the answer will be the same for everyone. Yes.
I'd rather be a rock star. So, go make yourself a demo and do an east coast tour.
I'd rather be a comedian. Well, start telling jokes and performing.
I'd rather be an astronaut. Well, start working for NASA and maybe you can fly to Mars one day. In an elevator. But I digress.
Chase those dreams. Or I will find you and you won't be happy when I do. Not becuase of any action taken against you. You will just understand the potential of the happiness factor of your life. And that will make you unbearably sad.
Don't let that happen.