Can even a bad day on the golf course be better than a good day in the office? Fergus Bisset thinks so, while Jeremy Ellwood remains unconvinced…
Bad day on the golf course
The choice here depends on two key criteria – whether you like your job and just how much you love golf.
As the answer to both will be different for each reader I can only argue from the perspective of someone who has previously attempted a list of the 100 greatest things about the game.
I feel very fortunate to find my job highly enjoyable and rewarding. For instance, I’m currently taking pleasure in constructing this short article on a subject I’m interested in.
But, as I look out at a clear blue sky and feel the warm air drifting through the open window, I can categorically say I’d rather be on the golf course.
Out on the fairways where the real world would seem very distant, where I’d breathe the fresh air, chat about nothing in particular with good friends and relish the challenge of the greatest sport on earth.
The challenge is something that all golf lovers embrace. We recognise that, to fully appreciate the game, it’s important to take the rough with the smooth.
Even when racking up a total England’s Test team would be proud of, the golf nut will find some positive to take and a reason for enjoyment.
Bad days on the golf course are part of golf’s rich tapestry – without them we wouldn’t appreciate the good ones as enthusiastically as we do.
The vast majority of us view golf as an enjoyable extra-curricular activity and an escape from everyday life.
If at any time when playing you can say you’d rather be sat at your desk, it’s time to find a new hobby.
Good day in the office
Comparing things that are not like-for-like is always hard, especially with so many variables in the mix – do you like your job, how good a golfer are you etc.
So let’s assume you’re a keen and reasonably competent golfer who doesn’t hate his or her job.
Any keen golfer knows it’s those bad days on the golf course, when all semblance of hitherto-known ability disappears completely, which push them closest to the edge of a Michael Douglas ‘Falling Down’ moment.
It is at just such moments of maximum inner turmoil and self-loathing that some bright spark usually pipes up, “Still, look on the bright side. The sun’s shining, the birds are singing and you could be buried under a mountain of paperwork in the office.”
“I wish I was,” you think while wondering how lenient the judge would be on the offence of bludgeoning someone to within an inch of his life with a 56-degree Titleist Vokey.
You somehow manage to quell the murderous leanings, while wishing the sun would be engulfed by biblical rain clouds to bring an early end to your suffering.
Unless you really hate your job, surely doing anything there must be preferable to playing like a prize plonker on the course – clinching a difficult deal, finishing off a complex report, or just getting to the end of your ‘to do’ list?
And even if your best days in the office are merely bearable rather than enjoyable, at least you’ll still get paid at the end of the week, unlike professional golfers for whom a bad day on the course also constitutes a bad day in the office. And I’m pretty sure that Rory McIlroy would rather have been tucked behind a desk as things unravelled on his final-day Masters Meltdown at Augusta in 2011.