Why Professionalism Needs to Die


Why Professionalism Needs to Die

Illustration: Akshita Monga


don’t know about you, but I’ve always had a categorical problem with going to an office to do my job. What I’m against is that it almost always requires being at a desk. And other activities like sitting for pointless meetings whose purpose could well be met with an email and can be executed perfectly well from the confines of my home too. I’ve also never quite understood the shame around acknowledging that you’re only there to make money, as exemplified by the potential number of nuanced answers to the famous interview question, “Why do you want this job?” The only correct answer seems to be, “To do stuff for you, get paid for it, and go home.”

That shame leaks over to other areas too. I can’t remember the number of times I’ve asked a peer at an equivalent position as me about his/her salary, only to see them jack up in discomfort, as if I had asked them to marry me. Discussing salary is, as I’ve found out despite my persistence to change it, really not cool, even if we’re all, in every sense of the phrase, on the same side here.