After spending a LONG LONG time floating through life (relatively happily bar the poverty) post uni I have finally got a job. I spent ages trying to find the right one...determined to make the most of my hard work each summer (spent working my ass off in prestigious corporations whilst everyone else was free and living up the student life...) Slap-in-the-face realisation commenced...'WTF am I doing here.'
Bored of my daily trips to the local starbucks where I spent my days 'checking my email', and then wondering off to buy ingrediants for dinner. I had decided to use that hard work and go for finance jobs, so that I could buy as well as browse, and afford to live away from home and other superficial/necessary things like that.
How utterly ridiculous in retrospect. Is this what makes you a responsible adult? Going for the money? Is that what is meant to take me through life? I now temporarily fit the mould of a 'successful graduate' accept...oddly, I feel quite the opposite.
There is something very frightening about getting a job to tie you over, you know the ones which you never actually want to get out of bed for. I hear about the OTHER ones all the time, but I get the impression the fun, un-joblike jobs require years of being unpaid or if you're lucky being paid travel, and of course require you to be a general dogsbody.
So what if you can't bring yourself to do this? Because you don't live at home or don't have the patience? Is the only option to study some more in the hope you'll be able to skip the ranks...or accept the average job, the one you can pretty much get with or without a degree...the one which ties you over, so you can shop every lunch time and eat out whenever you want, but spend the majority of your life staring at a computer screen and wasting away...hmmm
Seriously considering idea of opening restaurant in italy, awaiting decor ideas...
Now hearing boss talking about death...GET ME OUT OF HERE!
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