I don’t know why I always get sucked into Meik Wiking’s books; his newest is on finding happiness on the job, and I’m retired, and before that only worked sporadically as a substitute teacher—what could I possibly get out of reading this?
I believe this time I’ve been given a clearer picture of the “comparing apples and oranges” advice Wiking offers for people who do not live in Scandinavia on how to derive more satisfaction, and therefore more personal happiness, from one’s job. First of all, Wiking cites A LOT of examples from workplaces in Denmark. He also sticks with the jobs that are performed in an office, though talks about how he himself worked as a Christmas tree salesman (couldn’t have been full- time work for 11 months out of the year), and sold ice cream at a beach concession stand. He really doesn’t discuss much about people working in service industries, places like schools, hospitals, psychology clinics, retail, restaurants, where you do not have the flexibility of arranging your own hours or having to deal with people who are not your fellow employees or your supervisors.
He Is also somewhat unaware that in parts of the world outside the Scandinavian countries, workforces are made up of various mixes of cultures and cultural values. It is not uncommon in my hometown to have employees who are first-generation Ukrainians, Hmong, Mexican, Somali, and East Indian all working the same shift in a store or a clinic. They all arrive on site with their own sets of values and cultural norms that do not match anyone else’s, nor do most understand the principle of the Law of Jante, which makes the Scandinavian world go around. American workplaces try to accommodate the various cultural needs like prayer times, places to wash, religious holidays, but often fall short due to time and/or space constraints.
There’s also a piece of advice telling his reader that in order to maintain more “non-work time,” it’s essential to live within biking distance of one’s job. In my area, it’s not unusual for businesses to move from one suburb to another for various reasons. My husband worked for a chain drugstore that often assigned him to different stores for emergency coverage—some of them up to 40 miles away. He could certainly bike that distance, but it’s -9F degrees this morning with a breeze from the north. It’s hard to keep air in one’s tires at that temperature (also, Wiking points out, how satisfying it is to “briskly bicycle past everyone else tied up on the roads in rush hour traffic.” If 80% of the population is biking to work or school as claimed, why would there be ANY rush hour auto traffic at all?).
I love a lot of what Wiking says, and it’s nice to imagine a society where everyone works together happily in well-designed offices they bike to, a hot cup
Of coffee in one hand and a cinnamon roll in another, stating for 5 hours then biking home again, but Wiking’s world isn’t anything like what we have to work with in America. For me, it’s like reading “anti-dystopian lit”