Work Life Balance
Here’s Nigel Marsh’s TED talk on that very subject (thanks, P).
He’s an ad guy who realised he’d been working too hard, then worked out that it’s the little things that really matter.
I know I’ve written about the subject before, but I think it’s worth revisiting.
I’m sure there are many careers that demand time outside working hours, but it was only the other day that I realised how it happens:
You start off in your career and the whole darn thing is super-duper exciting: your stuff is on TV/billboards/the pages of newspapers and magazines; you’re making movies (sort of); there seem to be ample opportunities for free alcohol; there are at least a few people of whatever gender you find attractive to perv at in the corridors; you feel part of a family (however artificial and spurious that construction actually is) of bright and interesting people; you are getting paid, possibly for the first time in your life etc. etc. etc.
And you almost certainly do not have a spouse or kids, so there is practically nothing stopping you putting in those extra hours at that enjoyable place you work and mucking in together like you’re all in the trenches at Paschendale (except with less mud and bullets and more Corona and layout pads). Then there’s the idea that more work in the early days will pay off later, kind of like compound interest: if you win a few awards in your early twenties and step up to a decent salary early then you get that salary for more years, and therefore make more money overall.
So that’s your early mentality, and it soon becomes habitual; after all, where do you draw the line that separates your non-working life from your working one? When you find your significant other and have to go to his or her best mate’s wedding? When his or her family are down in London for the weekend? When you’re on your tenth row about the time you’re spending at the office?
Up to you, really.
But it’s a tricky one, and some people never draw that line. They think it’s like putting toothpaste back in the tube. How can they work less when they’re earning more? They have to protect that bigger salary because now there’s a family depending on it, so it seems to make sense that you earn a lot of money to maintain the lives of a bunch of people you never see.
Anyway, there’s no right or wrong to any of it, but it might be worth ending with the lesson I once learned from a very high-powered CD: I asked him what it was like juggling being a father with running a big department. He told me that he has no recollection of a couple of years of his kids’ lives. He literally could not remember anything about their existence between year A and Year B.
But during that time they did live in a fuck-off big house, and you should see how many D&AD entries his department got.
I think we could all do with forgetting quite a few years of our children’s lives. Quite honestly they are annoying, spiteful, needy, money sponges. It’s only about the age of 24 that they start to become normal human beings.
This work/life balance question is exactly why that Mastercard ad – the one that ends ‘remembering who you really work for – Priceless’ is such a fucking great, and really rather poignant end line.
You wouldn’t catch me working a weekend* – not a chance.
*Except Cannes.
Nigel Roberts off to legs Delaney
Any thoughts?
my dad worked 18 hour days when i was a kid.
the only difference is he didn’t go there on a fixie.
couldn’t remember kids’ lives?
now that’s a perfect definition of a complete moron.
What is best: to win d&ad, see them given to you and to hear the lamentations of the interns not earning enough.
Alvanta: I don’t think he was aware of the situation at the time.
George. You fibber! I’ve lost count of the times you’ve tried to get in and see me on a Sunday..!
…the higher you go, the harder it is to get away with getting away. When you start out, you think everyone will notice when you head off early. They don’t. When you’re CD, there’s always something that needs doing/seeing/changing/pissing around with. When I was working on a pitch at an agency in the Kingly Street area of London, I took my son to a long-awaited football match (on a Sunday). “No, you go, enjoy it”, they said in that faux-caring way, “after all you’ve worked for 18 consecutive days on this”. I did. They took me off the pitch (no, not the real grassy one). Still, my son remembers the game to this day and the chant ‘let’s go fucking mental, la-la-la-la’. We talk about it when I meet him at the Job Centre.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/How-Be-Idle-Tom-Hodgkinson/dp/0141015063/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1298906276&sr=1-3
If kids ever become a part of my life they shall be immediately trained to produce my ads for me. If we don’t win awards, they will be shot. It’s a win win situation, unless you’re my kids.
Do you hope people will play your reel at your funeral?
We’re hard-wired to work. There’s nothing wrong with it. Somewhere along the line some effete middle-class liberals invented something called ‘work-life balance’. It was around the same time that they also invented ‘downsizing’ which as far as I can gather involves growing your own carrots and having a shit haircut a la Fearnley-Whittingstall (sp.). Thankfully, the recession put paid to those. Besides, as the Nazi bitch said, who wants a few extra hours to wander around B&Q looking at tiles whilst Oliver moans and demands things? Fuck that I’d rather be at work, arguing about something important – such as Advertising.
My dad got paid over-time. Isn’t that the point. He didn’t have to do it. He loved over-time money. He got double at weekends. He rode a three speed Raleigh I think.
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Fights: Re your question about Nigel Roberts and Leagas Delaney…or legs delaney if you prefer…well, what a coup for them!
He was wasted at CHI…an agency that seems to be rapidly becoming the new McCann’s. Discuss?
No vessel. We’re hardwired to survive. Everything else is a construct of the society in which you live.
Morning benders!
I think the key to “work-life balance” is getting in at a sensible time, not fucking about on the interweb, not allowing cunts to string out pointless meetings while they further their sad personal agendas and getting out the door at 6-6.30. I firmly believe that unless you’re a not-very-good creative, you’ll crack the average brief within a few hours. I reckon that the older you get the quicker the best idea comes (your shit filter is more acute). If need be, type the odd script up at home or get in half an hour earlier (mornings are the best time of day cos there’s no-one to distract you and you can sniff the creative secretary’s seat then knock a crafty one out in the spacker toilet without fear of being caught).
If people are putting in meetings after 6pm they are cunts with no lives. Just get the job done and get the fuck out.
If you neglect partners/kids/S&M club attendance in favour of a bronze at Creative Circle you are a prick.
Bye.
Perspective. Get some. I’d say.
tiiiiiiiiime
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6CcxJQq1x8
Mary, it’s not a matter of time, they’re already here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hngBzDDyFE
lets hope theyre not al-quaeda trained and drugged.
Being successful is more important than being a good parent or spouse.
Things cost money. Staying at home doesn’t buy things. Going out there and making as much money as possible is the best thing to do. Everyone wants to live the good life. But the good life costs. So what if you can’t make it to the softball game or the ballet recital! If you are bringing home big bucks, you are doing more for your family than any amount of time will.
How can a kid be cool if mom or dad only works 40 hours a week but brings home diddley squat? I would rather work a ton of hours and make a ton of money than come home at the same time and sit in the house with a nagging wife and bratty children. A family has to understand that having things is more important than being together. Working less is not an option!
Sometimes I really wish I was a kitchen-fitter.