I may well be off-base here, but it seems that in the military, you’re surrounded by people who have very similar motivations and values – love of country, desire to serve, etc. – and who have gone through a ration of shit to do what they’re doing – basic training, time away from home, low pay, danger, etc. You have a tight-knit community of people who are committed to many of the same goals. You also have leadership who have the motivation and authority to weed out the real nimrods before their mistakes cause someone to get hurt. An awful lot is at stake.
What’s at stake for me? I mean, I work in healthcare, but I’m about 1000 steps removed from the people who actually help the patients. I screw up, we lose a few bucks. Bad news, but we’re not defending the freakin’ free world. When I was in manufacturing, it was even worse – “If we bust ass this month, we’ll ship five extra soft drink display units!” Yeah, I’ll get right on that.
What passes for a community in the civilian office is mostly just the random people who fell ass-backwards into this job because it’s what they could do to pay the mortgage. We have little to no common ground outside of a shared skill set. And even that is pretty tenuous. Drop a dime out of the window, and you’ll hit someone who is willing and able to do my job.
My employer would lay me off to save money, and I would quit for an extra grand a year. Why not? I enjoy doing IT work well enough, but really, I’m here because I have to pull in a paycheck and this doesn’t completely suck.
Yes, many of us are incompetent. More of us just don’t really care. Managers, rank-and-file, everybody, for the most part, does what they need to do to get by so we can go home and be with the people we care about. I get some satisfaction from a job well done, but the things I really get satisfaction from (writing, woodworking, rehabbing the house), well, they don’t pay the bills.
You know that silly “Chicken Soup for the Soul” type parable: “I saw a man carrying stones, and I asked him what he was doing. He said, ‘I’m carrying rocks’. I saw another man and asked him the same question. He said ‘I’m building a cathedral!’” Uh-huh. Most of us are carrying fucking rocks. And, try as I might, I have yet to internalize “The Myth of Sisyphus”. Hi-ho.
OK, now I’ve depressed the hell out of myself. Back to work! I think I have some SQL to write.