I just stood there. Thinking, wondering, how have my life gone so astray? I felt this way primarily since I was so bored all the time. It might mean I needed a new hobby or some sort of entertainment. Wrong. I had all the entertainment I felt like having, it was the course things were taking that bored me.
I could start by singling out the fact that I loathed my job. Not hate, but loath, and not the company or the people, but the profession itself... The field pleased me as eating a handful of cinnamon powder pleased me. Good for a challenge but silly and painful in the long run. Might as well change jobs, take a turn, make a gamble. I couldn't afford that, though.
See, the beauty of an easy job with good pay grade is that it's easy to get in as the job is easy to do. Hence they'll pay you well since you can do something the 51% of other people couldn't, easily, so it was a bargain. But as the days go by, as easy as the job gets, you are not required to think, or be creative, or even formulate. You are required to remember, to relay, to mimic.
This, to me, was boring in astronomy levels. Here to the moon and then to Pluto. Round trip ten times. About that right measure.
The sound of getting a new job, though, was really risky. I wanted -was eager even- to take on any opportunity. If it wasn't for the little detail that I thought I was under-qualified for any job on the actual field I wanted, I would have jumped at one and all opportunities I've had so far. There had been a few. I looked up the job description and nodded at each line, thinking all the way through the end of the list how I'd manage to make up for all I was lacking on my resume, apply, then wait for a miracle.
In the end, I'd never even apply. To the few I've applied, in sparks of "why the hell not" moments, I never got an answer. That discourage any more of those moments for a while, until I forget about the last and would then have another spark and apply to another job in a rush. With a poor made portfolio or an incomplete resume.
Not being able to account many skills on my back was the point which made the whole ordeal bleaker. Maybe improving myself would make it an easy matter or, perhaps, finishing of what few skills I currently had. Nonsense I say. But then again, I wouldn't have the time nor the money to do any of those. It was comical, my predicament. Handed between can, could, can't and couldn't.
I can change jobs at any time, its not that easy. I could improve my abilities and polish off the ones I have, it would take a lot of time though. I can't stop paying off my debts to invest that money on improving myself and see that I get an agreeable job just as not to be bored anymore.
I couldn't be more foolish in being at a simple job with a great pay grade and possibly, possibly, be bored by it just because it didn't present any intellectual challenge. I mean people must kill for jobs like this, don't they?
They don't. They invest in themselves and have better jobs. So in reality, it's not quite I'm doing that job the 51% can't do. I'm doing the job the 51% won't do because it's undemanding. I'm leeching off the wanton jobs the mediocre 49% that are well paid just because people stand above other mediocre contestant for some or other skill. Skills which I haven't improve, to all this.
Either way, I'll be still bored. But I guess I should just reel my mind away those thoughts and keep on processing dull request upon dull request in a mindless setting until a time comes where my unpreparedness won't be taken into account and I could comprise that 51%.
I could start by singling out the fact that I loathed my job. Not hate, but loath, and not the company or the people, but the profession itself... The field pleased me as eating a handful of cinnamon powder pleased me. Good for a challenge but silly and painful in the long run. Might as well change jobs, take a turn, make a gamble. I couldn't afford that, though.
See, the beauty of an easy job with good pay grade is that it's easy to get in as the job is easy to do. Hence they'll pay you well since you can do something the 51% of other people couldn't, easily, so it was a bargain. But as the days go by, as easy as the job gets, you are not required to think, or be creative, or even formulate. You are required to remember, to relay, to mimic.
This, to me, was boring in astronomy levels. Here to the moon and then to Pluto. Round trip ten times. About that right measure.
The sound of getting a new job, though, was really risky. I wanted -was eager even- to take on any opportunity. If it wasn't for the little detail that I thought I was under-qualified for any job on the actual field I wanted, I would have jumped at one and all opportunities I've had so far. There had been a few. I looked up the job description and nodded at each line, thinking all the way through the end of the list how I'd manage to make up for all I was lacking on my resume, apply, then wait for a miracle.
In the end, I'd never even apply. To the few I've applied, in sparks of "why the hell not" moments, I never got an answer. That discourage any more of those moments for a while, until I forget about the last and would then have another spark and apply to another job in a rush. With a poor made portfolio or an incomplete resume.
Not being able to account many skills on my back was the point which made the whole ordeal bleaker. Maybe improving myself would make it an easy matter or, perhaps, finishing of what few skills I currently had. Nonsense I say. But then again, I wouldn't have the time nor the money to do any of those. It was comical, my predicament. Handed between can, could, can't and couldn't.
I can change jobs at any time, its not that easy. I could improve my abilities and polish off the ones I have, it would take a lot of time though. I can't stop paying off my debts to invest that money on improving myself and see that I get an agreeable job just as not to be bored anymore.
I couldn't be more foolish in being at a simple job with a great pay grade and possibly, possibly, be bored by it just because it didn't present any intellectual challenge. I mean people must kill for jobs like this, don't they?
They don't. They invest in themselves and have better jobs. So in reality, it's not quite I'm doing that job the 51% can't do. I'm doing the job the 51% won't do because it's undemanding. I'm leeching off the wanton jobs the mediocre 49% that are well paid just because people stand above other mediocre contestant for some or other skill. Skills which I haven't improve, to all this.
Either way, I'll be still bored. But I guess I should just reel my mind away those thoughts and keep on processing dull request upon dull request in a mindless setting until a time comes where my unpreparedness won't be taken into account and I could comprise that 51%.
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