When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
Even as a person in their early-thirties, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up…
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
Even as a person in their early-thirties, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up…
In honor of Labor Day in North America, tell us what’s the one job you could never imagine yourself doing.
Well, one should never say never, because you’ll probably just jinx yourself. I never imagined that I’d be working in the sort of role I’m currently in… And I’ve been there for 10years so far.
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How do you feel about your job? Do you spring out of bed, looking forward to work? Or, is your job a soul-destroying monotony of pure drudgery, or somewhere in between?
“..a soul-destroying monotony of pure drudgery…” now that’s a great way to describe somebody’s job. I’m pretty sure I’ve had days / weeks / months where I’ve felt like that with my job.
Without giving too much away, my job has a tendency to be rather monotonous, and half of it is spent answering phones, which is really the only part that I really loathe about my role. The other half of my role is actually something that I somewhat enjoy. It’s a role that allowed me to grow with the role; take on more responsibility; given me more autonomy; and it’s allowed me to really ‘own’ the role and take pride in my work.
The problem that I have is that as much as I want to get myself away completely from answering phones, my employers simply won’t have a bar of it. The last person who wanted off ended up having some kind of breakdown, and soon after left the company. Although a part of me feels like I may be not far off having some kind of complete breakdown, it’s not necessarily something that I want to happen in order to achieve a change in my role.
Perhaps I need to try and take on more admin work as a means to demonstrate that I simply don’t have time to sit around idly answering phones and continually getting frustrated by people calling. It’s a tough job, and I know somebody has to do it… I would just prefer if that somebody wasn’t me.
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Life is a series of beginnings and endings. We leave one job to start another; we quit cities, countries, or continents for a fresh start; we leave lovers and begin new relationships. What was the last thing you contemplated leaving? What were the pros and cons? Have you made up your mind? What will you choose?
Sometimes I wish I could just quit life, have an endless supply of money, and run away to some kind of deserted island, with a wifi signal so I can just sleep, swim, sunbake and write… even just for a couple of months or so.
…however, that’s merely a pipe dream (unless somebody wants to give me half a million dollars to make it a reality… meh, no harm in asking!).
The last thing that I contemplated leaving was my job. I’ve been there for a while now, and I’m stuck in a role that really doesn’t have room to grow. I do happen to enjoy what I do, but I’m sometimes unsure if it’s because I actually do a good job, or if it’s merely because most of the people around me are so completely hopeless, they just make me look so good by comparison.
The only problem though, is that if I left my current job, I have absolutely no idea what I would want to pursue next. I have no qualifications or formal study to fall back on – I didn’t go to uni, I didn’t even finish my TAFE courses because I let it all fall by the wayside to pursue a career in dancing… which, in turn, fell on it’s arse and left me with a spinal injury.
I’ve actually take a few steps to investigate studying towards the end of this year, and my understanding is that my employers have given it a green light, as they would be paying for the course. I just don’t actually know how I’d manage to balance intense study, plus working full time, plus my my second job, plus maintain a relationship, AND find time to write my blog posts… hehehe, because let’s face it, that’s what’s really important!!
At least by studying, it’ll allow me to gain the first step towards gaining some kind of certification, which could then lead to a diploma, and in turn, would allow my career opportunities to broaden, and I would then be able to take on a similar role within other organisations… however, that would all hinge on whether I actually manage to pass the course. I don’t exactly have the best ability to focus and concentrate, and I’m quite easily distracted.
Then, there’s always the question of whether the course would be so intense I’d need to take regular time off work – that would require reducing my hours, perhaps even by a day or two, which would considerably reduce my salary… and then that raises the question of whether I’m prepared to make that sacrifice, and whether Hulk is prepared to support that decision.
All of that is something that I would have to consider if and when the time comes to make those kind of decisions.
In an ideal world, I’d love to quit my current job and go work for another company, except Hulk and I would pretty much sack most of the employees there, and hire competent, and logical people to run the place with us, and hopefully, completely transform it. Oh, and relocate its office to Melbourne.
Again, it’s only a pipe dream, but there’s nothing wrong with dreaming, right?
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