A dpressing conclusion....
Seems that I’m really not too good at this ‘plan’ thing. As I type this I’m left with three weeks of employment and counting, but not a lot after that. You see, after I heroically threw in my resignation I promptly realized that I don’t really have a lot lined up in the way of a new job. This is maybe, just maybe, the sort of thing I should have afforded some thought beforehand. That’s not the case though; I’m all about the drama and excitement of doing something big and unexpected without a great deal of thought to the future. If I were an action hero then I’m pretty sure that would be an acceptable way to live my life. But I’m not. I do, as much as I’d prefer to deny it, have a future to consider. I’d like all the big things like a house, and car (that works), holidays, pension plan and Bupa. Sadly though, I’m never going to have any of that unless I pull my finger out and get some sort of career on the go.
So, that’s my next project. A CAREER!
Quite a big project too. Setting out a career isn’t exactly within the same spectrum of projects as say, putting up some shelves. Although if it were I suspect I’d have walls filled with half started shelves and unsightly holes. I’d much rather just have the one sturdy shelf that’s been there for a few years.
The only problem I face is deciding what direction I want to go in. It’s all very well harking on about being a motoring journo, but I have to be realistic. It’s not the easiest job to get and its even more difficult if you’re list of qualifications is bettered by a Jack-Russell. Really.
So what should I do? I could get another pointless job and continue to tell myself that I’ll be a writer one day, but then I’d be 50 before I knew it, still working my way through a succession of the finest barrel scrapings that the jobcentre has to offer. And that isn’t a risk I’d like to take. I could get a pointless job through the summer and continue attempting to make a dent in the publishing world.
If that doesn’t pay off though, I think it’ll be time to knock writing on the head and get myself a real, mundane job.
So, that’s my next project. A CAREER!
Quite a big project too. Setting out a career isn’t exactly within the same spectrum of projects as say, putting up some shelves. Although if it were I suspect I’d have walls filled with half started shelves and unsightly holes. I’d much rather just have the one sturdy shelf that’s been there for a few years.
The only problem I face is deciding what direction I want to go in. It’s all very well harking on about being a motoring journo, but I have to be realistic. It’s not the easiest job to get and its even more difficult if you’re list of qualifications is bettered by a Jack-Russell. Really.
So what should I do? I could get another pointless job and continue to tell myself that I’ll be a writer one day, but then I’d be 50 before I knew it, still working my way through a succession of the finest barrel scrapings that the jobcentre has to offer. And that isn’t a risk I’d like to take. I could get a pointless job through the summer and continue attempting to make a dent in the publishing world.
If that doesn’t pay off though, I think it’ll be time to knock writing on the head and get myself a real, mundane job.
posted by Chris at 2:11 AM
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