In today's economy you're lucky to have a job. And if you have a job that pays well (enough) without also having a degree, well then, my dear friend, you're even luckier. And since both of those things apply to me I'm not entirely sure why I'm complaining (or whatever), but I am.
I've been employed by the same company and in the same position for 18 months now, and in the beginning I used to love coming to work. I thought my boss was amusing, entertaining even. And the work seemed interesting, maybe even important. Now, though, my boss and his thousand-a-day "back when I was..." stories are annoying and the work seems so worthless that half the time I have to force myself to do it. And even then it takes about a week to do something I could do in a couple of hours. Why? Because I can't stay motivated; I no longer find my job interesting. Or enjoyable.
I know I should be grateful that I have this job --- any job, really. But recently I can't get past it. Ever since returning from "maternity leave", every morning when I step foot inside my office building a wave of discontent and irritation and dread swells up inside of me and I end up slumped in my chair, staring at my computer screen; agitated, never on taks, unable to focus, and completely disinterested. When the fuck did this happen? You know, the whole "I hate my job" thing?
I don't know. Maybe it happened months ago, or a year ago. Or just last week. No matter. The fact is: I'm unhappy and it is beginning to affect my performance, my mood, my relationships. I don't feel challenged by my work anymore, nor do I find it interesting. Or necessary. And that, folks, means it's time to move on.
I need a job that's more than just a job --- I need a career. Something dynamic, fast-paced. Flexible, definitely, but also structured, routine. I need something that relates to something I enjoy. I need something that challenges me. And it should be pretty obvious that completing expense reports and scheduling meetings isn't challenging. Not if you have an education above the 3rd grade, anyway.
And besides dynamic and flexible and challenging I want something that makes me happy. Something that caters to a passion of mine, and something that will make me money. My "when I grow up I want to be..." philosophy for the last year or so has been this:
I want a career that I enjoy, that I can be successful at, that will shower me with money. Not too much money, though; just enough that I no longer have to worry about it anymore. Oh, and I want a job (career) that demands a business card. That may seem juvenille to some, but it isn't. To me having a business card that you actually use and is effective (meaning: it brings in business, referrals and clients in this case) means you've made it to the big leagues. No more sitting behind a desk working for other people. No, ma'am. I'm gonna go after that damn business-card-career and I'm not going to work for anyone but my clients and myself.
Back to the present day, though.