While my whole “pay of debt” journey is transpiring, there are a multitude of other “bettering myself and my life” goals I am trying to accomplish at the same time. The one that will probably have the biggest impact on my journey to being debt free is my attempting a career change.
Now, I’m not sure about anyone else out there, but at 20, I did not know what I wanted to be. At 25 I still didn’t know. At 30? Not a clue.
So basically in the decade (alright a decade plus 2 years! you didn’t have to point that out) that I’ve been out in the real world, all I’ve been doing is plodding along not really sure what I was doing, but knowing that it wasn’t what I wanted to do. 10 years! That’s a lifetime.
The career that I’ve managed to fall into is that of a buyer. Don’t ask me how I got into this field, I don’t know myself. And I’d like to think I’m very good at my job. I think it has to do with the fact that I’m good with numbers and good with people.
Apparently this combination is not all that common out in the real world (as PF bloggers none of you are counted. Almost all the blogs I read convey your understanding of numbers, coupled with personalities that could charm the pants of a nun). A fact that came crashing down on me when it was time for me to hire my very own lackey. I’d either have ex-sales people who’s idea of “numbers” was the contact list on their mobile phone:
Me: so if we used 20 units of this product in one month. and then 10 units the following month, your average use across the two months would be?
Them: Umm… 200?
or finance people who couldn’t banter/cajole/threaten/plead/beg to save a puppy from being run over by a tank.
Me: its a puppy versus a tank! save it! say something!
Them : *mumble mumble*
Okay I never asked the puppy question during an interview, but the above truly was an answer given to me by a prospective employee. True story.
There are times that I do enjoy my job, I’ve met a lot of great people in my suppliers, and it’s always fun to have a laugh on the phone or when they swing by for a chat.
But I’ve never had a passion for it. It was just something that earned me money so I could go buy stuff (and go into debt :P).
Now I’ve realised this isn’t what I want to do for the rest of my life. I want to help people. That’s basically it. I want to be in a job where I know that I can make a difference to someone else, for the better. I’ve even made a list of careers that would suit this new-found ambition (jobs where I would not be required to get ANOTHER degree, I’m already wasting one degree as it is).
2. Police Officer
3. Personal Trainer
Am I just being naive? Are these the day dreams of the little, chubby, buck toothed boy inside of me? I don’t know. I thought I had grown up finally realising what I wanted to do with my life, but as I type this I’m beginning to doubt myself. Do I really want to leave a career I’ve put years into, and I’ve progressed up the ladder of, and become a rookie at the station? Or the personal trainer with no clients? Sure I’m not ecstatic about being at work, but that’s probably 99.99% of the human population. Right?
Maybe the grown up thing is to give up on your dreams, to acknowledge and be happy with what you have.
Rather than always looking on the other side of the fence, wishing for the verdant green pastures you see beyond, take a look around you and realise that where you are, while not the same shade of green, is just as brilliant and full of life…
I’ve just done a marvelous job of confusing the crap out of myself.