Am I being too picky with my job search? I don’t think so, but one of the job search agents I’m following on twitter asked what kind of job I would like to have. I replied, “I’m looking for something awesome & creative & social & fun & lucrative & challenging & done within normal business hours.”
She told me that based on my expansive requirements, I should start my own business. Which is fine, and I understand that. And I would LOVE to have my own business, but I still need to make money while I get this imaginary business off the ground.
In fairness, she asked what kind of job I would like to have. I would like it if I had a job that met all the criteria listed above, but I’m a realist. I know those jobs are rare. It got me thinking about whether I’m snubbing potential opportunities because they don’t seem fun, challenging or creative enough. Am I holding out for that perfect job? Am I purposely putting myself through this financial strain because I’m banking on having a kick-ass job like you see in the movies? You know the ones – where they drive the fancy cars and live in big mountainside houses and have summer vacation homes and they never have to go to work if they don’t want to because they fell in love with Meg Ryan or smooshie-faced Renée Zellweger so they spend all their time on zany adventures and on bike rides and on boats and kissing in the rain? Movies lie.
Truthfully, I have been telling myself that being unemployed is a blessing in disguise because it will allow me to find my passion and come away with a job that is better suited for my talents and will not make me want to kick my dog when I get home. Realistically, I’m doubtful that will happen.
I’ve always had a little leprechaun voice in my head, telling me that I’m destined for better things. Bigger things. Nicer things. Greatness err… at least not mediocrity. It’s high-time I steal his lucky charms and tell him to shut it so I can set my dreams aside and take what I can get.
Remember that insurance sales job I turned down a month ago because it meant I’d have to give up my creativity and effectively nullify any accomplishments on my resumé? Should’ve taken it. Stupid leprechaun.
This is Day 51, folks. That voice inside you? The one that drives you and motivates you and steers you in the right direction? He may be lying to you.
So, being lied to by one’s inner voice: not so bad, it seems, from what you’ve described. I mean, you could have a MUCH crueler (is that a word?) inner voice, fyi, one that told you crazy you-might-be-dying-a-slow-death-and-not-even-repenting-will-get-you-into-heaven types of things.
Also, you mentioned insurance sales. Really? Do you have an insurance sales license? Because if so, you might be able to get a job at a funeral home. Sounds freaky, right? Buy you’d be in good company *wink*, and you wouldn’t believe how easy it is to get people to spend money on burial insurance. Just a thought, and since it seems you have plenty of time to think I figured I’d trow it out there.
Harrington! Did you know that our new favorite, Doll Face, has joined us on Twitter? @fluid_pusher. How excited am I?