As I write this I sit at my desk, pondering my lot. Don't get me wrong, I'm not so self-involved to think I have a bad life. I'm just one of those unlucky people who have never known just what it is that they want to do with their lives, and as a result I find myself in a job that neither interests nor challenges me.
Such is the extent of its unchallengeyness (yes, that’s a word now) that the better part of my morning has been spent (successfully) attempting to solve my first ever Rubik’s Cube. On my phone. Presumably my colleagues must think I’m sending an important business text… Or checking Facebook. Almost certainly the business text thing though.
And so it is that, whilst struggling with my virtual Rubik’s Cube, I have decided to expel my general musings here. I am certain that nothing will ever come of this, save for the brief-but-welcome break of the therapeutic process of writing, and the sound of typing, reassuring those around me that I’m actually being productive. The fools. And, more than likely, when I finish writing I’ll simply close this file without saving it. Casting the contents into the ether, no one ever even aware of its existence.
Except, clearly, I didn’t do that. Or you wouldn’t be reading it now, would you. No, it seems I fail at even that small task.
But I digress. Back to the issue at hand. How is it that some people know what it is they want to do? And why is it that I don’t? And, more importantly, how can I acquire such knowledge so that I might start to eek even the tiniest shred of enjoyment out of my working life?
These are the questions that plague me, and ones that I hope to find answers to during the course of this… this, whatever this is. Because it turns out that, unbeknownst to me when I started writing, my ultimate purpose appears to be just that. To find the answers to these questions and, in so doing, find my future, work-content self.
And if any other questions raise themselves along the way, well, I’ll do my best to find some answers to those as well.
Footnote: It seems fate is not without a little irony. Whilst writing this I have received a meeting request (demand) for an all day “workshop” (lecture) entitled “Achieving our full potential”. Indeed.
Presumably, then, it will be a presentation on how we, as an organisation, are going to implode into a vacuum of misplaced self-appreciation, favouritism, incompetence, managerial jargon and general douchebaggery (yes, that’s a word too). I truly cannot wait.
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