It’s amazing how much we all want to be someone else.
Whether it’s somebody with a better job. Somebody with a nicer house. Somebody with a better looking mate.
The grass is truly greener on the other side, right?
This week, while I was searching for a job, I spoke with three different friends all searching for their happy ending.
There is my friend who took a “dream-job” a year ago that has turned into a nightmare. Everything it was supposed to be, it is not.
Micromanaged to the paper-clip.
My phone said that I spoke to my friend for 64 minutes and 26 seconds. Hearing the pain in his voice made it seem like a lot longer.
And let me tell you, this is a VERY accomplished person, who has succeeded in every job he has had.
But now, for the first time in his life, his career is a job.
Friend #2 is somebody who several years ago decided to pursue a graduate degree to take on a job that would help her husband and kids live a great life.
Well, that great life is being lived... without my friend.
These days, she is working more than my keyboard.
Sure, there’s the professional reward of moving up in her company and I’m sure the money is good, but its a big price to pay for missing dinner with the family EVERY night.
I know, I’ve been there.
Moments ago, I just got off the phone with one of my best friends, somebody who has been my voice of reason every step of my employment and unemployment.
He is as grounded as any appliance in my house.
For the last 25 years, he has been with the same company, earning awards, praise and more friends than a lottery winner.
He is also socially active, dating a different woman every week.
That may sound like fun to you and me, but it’s not to him.
He has tried internet dating, being set up by friends, giving his number to strangers, but so far he has not found his match.
I have no doubt that he will, like he has no doubt I will find a job.
The view can sunny from the other side, but whether its a dream-job, lots of money or the freedom of being single, be careful what you wish for.
1 comment:
You are actually on the Sunny Side now my friend. It is only a matter of context and direction. The problem might be, what's the context and where is the direction.
Maybe the introspection that you're experiencing now is somehow part of what you're supposed to be doing. Yet I think you are missing one important thing. Your self.
Yes, you can write this blog, it is one aspect or element of your being and it shows a great deal of your character in terms of depth, compassion, strength and wisdom. Yet it is missing one thing.
You're a producer. You have a vast amount of valuable knowledge picked up from years of experience on the job. Have you not considered that maybe you knowledge is actually worth something? That there is a sort of university inside your mind that someone, somewhere - anywhere - on this globe - might be willing to pay some money towards to contribute towards helping you make a living by teaching what you know?
I think that you have just the right temperament to do just that. You have the time and the energy it seems to be able to put together a blog, where you can devise your own syllabus, decide how you think the gaps of practical and maybe even theoretical knowledge you have come to know as your trade and your skill might be freely made available to budding producers and anyone else interested in this business, as a resource of value. A niche where there might not be one already or if there is some competition, your own edge that will give others the edge to learn from your mastery.
So setting up your blog, providing links to resources you think are valuable, maybe signing up for an Amazon affiliate marketing scheme, or perhaps there are other revenue streams you can find, and then just maybe, as a budding entrepreneur, you can create your own Twitter name, a Facebook page and then get people to come and have a look, share, interact ... learn and teach ... teach and learn ... maybe this won't pay the bills ever ... maybe you just set something up for a community to take hold of. I don't know, but somehow this all makes sense to me.
So what do you think?
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