The guy at the computer next to mine stares at a screen no more than a foot away from his eyeballs. He hits the keys of his keyboard as though he holds a grudge against it, and his whole concentration is on the contents of the screen.
Sometimes I wonder how other people - 'normal' people - survive. Do they have creativity in them or is there nothing in them there? Do they ever question their lives and the work they do or am I the only one who does that? Am I the only one who fees the urge to do something else when I should be working, or am I the only one who gives in to the urge when it arises?
These are the questions that haunt me in my line of work - and always have. I can't give myself over to the programming - not wholly. My brain just doesn't work that way: it's skitters and flits, it doesn't plough. And yet the people around me seem to plough through the work as stolidly as oxen, never looking beyond the furrow - or if they do, its only to get back to their stall in the stable with the comfort of their hay and feedbox.
I don't know how they do it. I certainly can't.
I don't want to drag the plough behind me.
I don't want to walk in a straight line.
I don't want to miss the day because I'm too busy working in someone else's fields.
Basically, I need out of this industry sometime in the next few years. I need to find something that will make me money and which I enjoy. Because if I don't, at forty, I'll be just one more drone in the offices of the universe. And, frankly, that terrifies me.
I think I need chocolate
Sometimes I wonder how other people - 'normal' people - survive. Do they have creativity in them or is there nothing in them there? Do they ever question their lives and the work they do or am I the only one who does that? Am I the only one who fees the urge to do something else when I should be working, or am I the only one who gives in to the urge when it arises?
These are the questions that haunt me in my line of work - and always have. I can't give myself over to the programming - not wholly. My brain just doesn't work that way: it's skitters and flits, it doesn't plough. And yet the people around me seem to plough through the work as stolidly as oxen, never looking beyond the furrow - or if they do, its only to get back to their stall in the stable with the comfort of their hay and feedbox.
I don't know how they do it. I certainly can't.
I don't want to drag the plough behind me.
I don't want to walk in a straight line.
I don't want to miss the day because I'm too busy working in someone else's fields.
Basically, I need out of this industry sometime in the next few years. I need to find something that will make me money and which I enjoy. Because if I don't, at forty, I'll be just one more drone in the offices of the universe. And, frankly, that terrifies me.
I think I need chocolate
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Date: 2005-03-07 09:01 pm (UTC)I just get distracted, too.
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Date: 2005-03-07 05:06 am (UTC)And haha, yeah chocolate'll help a little.
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Date: 2005-03-07 09:02 pm (UTC)And I forgot the chocolate! I'm all out! *runs around in circles screaming*
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Date: 2005-03-07 05:14 am (UTC)I know my brother doesn't really enjoy his computing job. He wanted to quit uni in his last year, but instead decided to finish his degree - which was good, because it meant he and Mel could get married, and he can support them until she finished her degree and starts working. However, when she does finish her degree I have no doubt he'll get into some other sort of work.
What else do you enjoy or feel passionate about? The options are there. Don't be afraid to take them :) *hugs*
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Date: 2005-03-07 09:02 pm (UTC)Writing. Storytelling. Creative stuff. Can you tell? *g*
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Date: 2005-03-08 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-07 05:25 am (UTC)It has a name! It is a documented social phenomenon! So many exclamation marks and I don't know why!
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Date: 2005-03-07 09:04 pm (UTC)Does that mean I'm up for a mid-life and a three-quarter life in future?
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Date: 2005-03-07 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-07 09:04 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2005-03-07 08:48 am (UTC)if it makes you feel better, I managed to piss off 2 journalists today :) (education editor & chief of staff of the courier mail) they think im really dumb now :D
rule #1 of PR spinning: actually know what you're talking about :D hehe.
if you find any flowers in the field, you can always press them and keep em for later :)
(channelling Oma is harder than it apppears...and the candle hasn't even been lit yet.)
much love tavern pedal wagon!
nicole.
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Date: 2005-03-07 08:50 pm (UTC)I'm afraid to ask. *g*
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-03-08 02:24 am (UTC)sel -> to sell -> vehicle of selling -> pedal wagon -> also known as a tavern -> therefore, tavern pedal wagon .
its about as logical as half a piano :)
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Date: 2005-03-08 02:30 am (UTC)So not going to ask. :)
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Date: 2005-03-08 02:37 am (UTC)have fun doing stuff :)
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Date: 2005-03-07 09:06 pm (UTC)I'm reminded of what my teachers almost always wrotet on my report card:
"Selina is a talented, intelligente student who does reasonably well in her work and participates in class. If she would only apply herself to her studies, she would do considerably better."
I've got talent and intelligence...I just lack application. Always have.
Except when it comes to writing, I guess...
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Date: 2005-03-07 09:11 pm (UTC)Writing. Inventing. Creating. Gardening. My ideal job is one where I get paid to write. Enough to make a living on.
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Date: 2005-03-09 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-10 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-07 01:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-07 09:12 pm (UTC)I've just been in here for 10 years and I know I want out, I just can't find a way!
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Date: 2005-03-08 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-07 01:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-07 09:15 pm (UTC)I have kind of looked into changes. I'm just not sure how good those changes would be.
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Date: 2005-03-08 09:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 12:42 am (UTC)Have no other advise to offer, because I'm all out. Sorry. But I do have hugs and if you come visit I have chocolate...
*tempts sel*
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Date: 2005-03-08 02:40 am (UTC)PR! (public relations) gotta be creative to get the journo's attention :D