I took this job a year ago because I was bored. I was bored with the normal life of working eight hours and heading home to wake up the next morning and doing it all over again. I was tired of the office politics where people, trying to achieve the same goal, argued about whether it was a customer requirement or not. I was tired of spending weekends going to the same places or trying to figure out what to do otherwise. I wanted something different, I wanted to expand my horizons and find something both challenging and entertaining. Recently, however, I’ve found it more and more difficult to keep myself either challenged or entertained.
I’ve had a habit of changing jobs very frequently in my short career. Where most people have either stayed in one position or moved once, this will have been my fourth job switch and hopefully when I get home I’ll have made my fifth. I do it because I get bored once something ceases to be a challenge and that’s when I get restless and start updating my resume. In fact, my most recent resume update was about a week ago. I’m like a 5 month old Labrador puppy, I need to be walked or else I’ll start tearing up the house.
I’m not really even sure I am cut out for the corporate world. I imagined going back to the cubical farm in some office high rise and it made me shudder. Four jobs and I haven’t found a single position that I felt was a real challenge, even dodging rockets while trying to launch an aircraft has proven boring after a year. I guess one could argue that doing what we do out here is about the same as trying to work from home with a child banging pots and pans together in another room. In the end it’s all just another distraction.
Either way, I don’t plan on doing this again. I remotely recall writing something about quitting when I reach a certain percentage of boredom and I think I’ve reached it. But again, where do I go from here?
Sometimes I regret getting my computer science degree. I don’t even particularly care about computers or technology. It’s nice to know that technology is advancing but I’d rather sit on the sidelines and watch. It’s like getting hit by a UFC fighter, I’d rather be outside the Octagon. That being said, I’m not sure what else I’d be good at or what else I’d rather do. I’m complaining about something but not having a suggestion on ways to fix it.
I can imagine how Peter from Office Space felt. What would I do if I had a million dollars? Well, given today’s economic situation, the overall weakness of the dollar and the potential for a global economic catastrophe, I’d probably keep working, since a million dollars wouldn’t last me until I died given my life expectancy is probably increasing every year I’m alive.
Okay, seriously though… If I had enough money that I wouldn’t have to work ever again, I’d probably play golf every day, get a job at a coffee shop, meet a cool artistic nerdy girl, get married and live a long happy life. Aside from making lattes and swinging my driver, I would do absolutely nothing… I AM the reason communism doesn’t work.
Well, you ask, what happened to all that talk about challenges and getting bored? Well, have you ever tried to play golf? Or been behind the person whose coffee order needs its own ZIP code? Take away the office politics and I’d be pretty happy churning out coffee for yuppies and screaming FORE! as my drive slices off toward a group on the adjoining fairway. Plus who could blame me? Would you rather sit in the Octagon getting pounded by Tito Ortiz or swing a golf club on a perfectly manicured fairway? Speaking of getting pounded, I think I hear sirens going off… I better go to the shelter before my life expectancy takes a sudden nose dive.
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