I'm a hard worker and love my work. I have felt pulled toward work. And it's a pull I have ferociously had to counter to make room for my family.
Arlie Russell HochschildRead
Most of us have jobs that require some handling of other peoples' feelings and our own, and in that sense, we are all partly flight attendants.
Interpretation
What this quote means
We all manage emotions in our jobs, similar to flight attendants who handle passengers' feelings.
In this quote, Arlie Russell Hochschild suggests that many professions involve the emotional labor of managing feelingsβboth our own and those of others. By likening ourselves to flight attendants, she emphasizes the universal aspect of this responsibility, highlighting the importance of empathy and emotional intelligence in various workplaces, not just in service industries.
Themes
Emotional LaborEmpathyRelationshipsFeelingsWorkService
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be shared in a team-building workshop to emphasize the importance of emotional awareness.
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