Parenting is not a career option

In which I complain about the working hours but the boss don’t care.

Toddler grabbing computer

One of my greatest frustrations with parenthood is how I’m told what a great job it is. You know what is a great job? International Cricketer or President of the Bacon Tasting Society. Parenting as a job kind of sucks.

Firstly, and most importantly, the pay is terrible. It is below minimum wage, in fact an internship is a better deal, and the holiday and sick leave is non-existant. Even rewarding vocations like teaching and nursing pay more and have less stress.

Being a parent means that you are on call all the time and the customers are real hard asses. It is nigh on impossible to make them happy. Any service you provide is too late and wrong, but you will not be told what is wrong you just have to decipher the blow up in front of your face.

Like any job you will also be judged constantly. I’m used to end of year reviews but as a parent you will be under constant scrutiny, and most of that will come from outside your company. You will feed wrong, you will have the incorrect sleep technique, every little thing you do will be a new and cruel way of holding your child back. You will have a low rating on ParentAdvisor from hundreds of reviewers who happened to try the starter.

The working conditions are terrible.

The attitude you get is awful.

There is little chance of promotion.

The deductibles will take most of your salary.

Still it is the vocation that fulfils me more than any paid job ever has.

In the last few weeks I have produced some amazing pieces of work at my real job that will help others do theirs better. That (other than the pay) is the main reason I enjoy my job, helping others learn and do things for themselves.

As a parent I get to experience that every day. So what I get no money for it, instead I get paid with a look and a cuddle (both of which are inappropriate in a business environment). I have a client that despite screaming at me 90% of the time gives me the unconditional love and support I could never achieve in the real world.

The difference is when I get paid I do a job, that is what the definition of a job is “a paid position of regular employment” or “a task or piece of work, especially one that is paid.”

It is something I do because I want to do, and would drop anything else should I need to. In fact this sentence took ten minutes to complete because of a cry of “cuddles” over the baby monitor (The Feliciraptor is a little unwell at the moment).

Being a father is not my dream job. It’s not a job at all.

If you’re like most of us, you need to earn money by working for a living. Describe your ultimate job. If you’re in your dream job, tell us all about it — what is it that you love? What fulfills you? If you’re not in your dream job, describe for us what your ultimate job would be.

Source: Money for Nothing

Author: geekergosum

Ah, so you worked out the riddle. You just needed to use dwarfish and the doors to Geek Ergo Sum opened. Or perhaps you just used Google. Either way you are here, on my little corner of the Internet.

5 thoughts on “Parenting is not a career option”

  1. I love that the words “writing helper” are on your computer screen in your illustration photo and that that little hand reaching up to grab the screen is anything but! Cool essay. Kiss that little raptor for me!!!


    1. I hadn’t noticed the irony in that. She is very handy with technology now (she can unlock a phone and get to youtube).

      I would kiss her…but she is very snotty at the moment, I may just give her a friendly shake of the hand!


  2. “President of the Bacon Tasting Society” mmmm bacon….

    Anyway, it’s nice to see this from a father’s perspective. I’m used to reading such from the mother (my wife reads a lot of mom blogs!). Great post.


    1. I would also add that the Bacon Tasting Society is affiliated with the Chicken Lover’s Movement and the Honorable Brotherhood of Beer.

      Glad I can provide the other perspective (in between the various other topics I go on about).


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