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trinityofoneI just received a press release for a show about a giant cartoon ass that fights crime. A GIANT CARTOON ASS THAT FIGHTS CRIME. *cries*
This...may be only tangentially related to giant cartoon asses, but god, I want to change what I'm doing, change my life so badly. This feels like such a dead end and it's so depressing. I start thinking crazy thoughts like, "I could join the army!" "I could become a cop!" "I could become astewardess flight attendant!" Because that at least would be different. But I'd probably be miserable doing those things, too.
I feel like I need to do something bold, take some sort of leap of faith, but not only am I a coward, I don't even know what kind of leap to take. What the hell should I do with myself? How come I don't even really know what I want anymore?
I was at a party the other night and one of my parents' friends, who's an entertainment journalist and who I worked as a PA for one summer during college, was there. It was the first time I'd seen her since I graduated. She said, "So, you're working at an entertainment magazine now? You went to Berkeley for that?" She was "kidding," but...Jesus Christ, why am I doing this? What the hell am I doing with my life?
How do I change?
This...may be only tangentially related to giant cartoon asses, but god, I want to change what I'm doing, change my life so badly. This feels like such a dead end and it's so depressing. I start thinking crazy thoughts like, "I could join the army!" "I could become a cop!" "I could become a
I feel like I need to do something bold, take some sort of leap of faith, but not only am I a coward, I don't even know what kind of leap to take. What the hell should I do with myself? How come I don't even really know what I want anymore?
I was at a party the other night and one of my parents' friends, who's an entertainment journalist and who I worked as a PA for one summer during college, was there. It was the first time I'd seen her since I graduated. She said, "So, you're working at an entertainment magazine now? You went to Berkeley for that?" She was "kidding," but...Jesus Christ, why am I doing this? What the hell am I doing with my life?
How do I change?
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Date: 2006-11-21 03:45 pm (UTC)One example: we have a guy who works in our mailroom. The job is, you know, sorting and delivering corporate mail. But after hours? He's a volunteer fireman and an EMT. He monitors a weather station for the National Weather Service. He also plays on a semi-pro football team.
Another example: my dad. He was a clerk in a hospital. He copied medical records and filed them. Whoo hoo. But that job gave him money and benefits, and in his free time he built a house on the beach. Now he spends every weekend there. Not bad!
For me, on the other hand, I wanted both a job that I loved and a non-work life that I loved. I've managed to find both. But coming out of school, I'd never have thought I'd end up where I am now. Heck, I was a funky, alternative art student at university. I figured I'd get my MFA and be an artist. Now I have my MBA and work in marketing. It's sweet. I *manage* artists.