What gets you excited about your job?
Hmmm… let me think. No just gimme a minute. I’ll come up with something… Hold on… I feel something… it’s coming… Nope. Just indigestion. Sorry.
I stared at him thinking that silence would go over better than, "Uh... Nothing."
Well, I do enjoy being in constant communication with @ for eight hours a day, but I suspect that was not the answer he was hoping for.
Reality check time, people: I’ve lost the ability to even lie about being completely uninspired by my job and marketing as a career choice – the career choice I very deliberately made when I applied to and subsequently spent a ton of money on graduate school. Crap.
There are plenty of reasons why I have become so disenchanted with my choice, but around the age of 26 I realized that I never actually considered the idea that I could do something else (whaaaaaat?). Every career choice I have made to date has been based off some personally decided upon TRUTH that I was destined to be a communications/marketing professional.
My thought process: People tell me I’m a good writer --> I will go into PR --> I don’t like media relations (does anybody?), but I have all this communications and marketing experience and I like to write --> I will go into marketing.
Tada! Career choice consider yourself made.
The only skill I ever focused on was writing – and it’s true, I love to write. But, I didn’t actually think about what else might interest me (who said marketing was the only career that involves writing?). And of course, writing was also the only thing I really thought I was good at (as evidence here -- duh).
Other myths I mistakenly believed to be true about me:
- I wanted to be a part of corporate America and climb the career ladder. WTF was I thinking? Climbing the so-called corporate ladder is pretty sucky mcsuckerson. So a big N-O to that one.
- I wanted to make a boatload of money. Everyone wants to be comfortable, but it was a huge weight off of my shoulders when I finally realized that money was not enough of an incentive for me to sacrifice having a life. And, if working 55 hours a week made me miserable, money certainly wasn’t going to balance the scale back in favor of happiness and fulfillment.
- I would be content with a desk and a computer. A few months ago, I visited a physical therapist at Athletico, a rehabilitation center. It hit me that these people (the physicial therapists) have jobs that do not require them to be chained to a desk and stare at a glowing screen all damn day. That, I thought to myself, is the cat’s pajamas.