Sure, people want a job. But more than that, they want to avoid boredom and take pride in their work.
By the time this column hits the newsstands, I will have reached the grand old age of 40. And once the shock of being definitively past my prime recedes - if it ever does - I am hoping some mental clarity might set in.
(And please don't offer, as your rejoinder, a dreary "life begins at 40" or, worse, the "look at Madonna/Elle MacPherson/Liz Hurley, they've never looked better" bunch of bunkum. Wiry old Madonna, for one, can't stop getting out her norks to protest everything from the plight of Muslim women, to the local superette's unwillingness to stock Kabbalah water.)
Nope, no time here to develop any of the tics of the rich and famous. However, 40 years has given me time to come to a few realisations that I feel more certain about than ever. Such as, what goes around doesn't always come back around (despite the Justin Timberlake song). That life is too short to endure a psychotic boss, unless you have absolutely no choice. And that reading is one of life's true, easy joys.
The other truth I hold is that people, by and large, want to do a good job, and want to be considered good at their jobs. They actually want to be wanted; they yearn to be appreciated in their professional lives.