Today I did something very out of character. This morning I was fed-up and frustrated (no, I know that’s not out of character – be patient please, and let me tell the story). I get this every now and then, and I daydream about leaving my job and then something else comes along and I get back into what I’m doing and everything is fine again.
But today as I sat at my desk, frustrated and fed-up yet again at having to deal with the idiot, snail-paced, bureaucracy of the benefits system on behalf of my mum, and a basically nasty f*ckwit of a landlord from the flat I own, I suddenly thought “Oh sod this for a game of soldiers. I’m off.” (It’s true, that’s pretty much exactly what my inner voice said). Now I know that stuff is totally unrelated to my job… but really, is it?
It’s all too complex to discuss online, unless I want to end up with no one to work for but myself (now that’s an idea), so I can’t really go into the nitty gritty of it all, but the bottom line is:
I. Am. Not. Happy.
So I polished up my CV, and stuck it online.
4 minutes later (literally) my mobile rang. In an hour I had three calls about various positions and I drove home from work singing along to good old Gavin DeGraw’s Chariot** at the top of my voice. I haven’t felt that buzz of doing something with my life for so long. I’ve been living in a comfort zone, hiding out in safety after the hell of my last year in London and suddenly I realised there is a whole world of opportunities out there. Even if nothing comes of any of it, even if nothing turns up that I even vaguely like the sound of, even if I stay at the company I’m at now forever and ever, it’s reminded me that you always have a choice.
How could I have forgotten that?
**Music player plugin long gone