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Aug. 26th, 2004 09:32 amIt's nothing new to be dissatisfied with your job. In fact, I think it's gotten to be a way of life in America. The people that are genuinely pleased with their jobs (and I use the term "job" loosely, I should really say "occupation") are few, far between, and very lucky. At least that's how it looks to me.
Thinking back on how I got to my current position, I feel ridiculously unimpressed with myself. I graduated in May 2002, after 4 long and hard years at NYU, and to be honest, I didn't do that well there. It was a combination of lack of motivation and lack of ability, I think. Well, if anyone I went to school with heard me speak this way, they'd be shocked, but suffice to say, the numbers don't lie. And I'm not sharing those with anyone.
As I was walking home yesterday, I was trying to remember what passion felt like. Not crazy in love passion, I'm fortunate enough not to have forgotten that feeling (*blush*). But passion for an occupation, for a career, for a field. What are my interests? Where did my passions go?
What is something that I can't live without?
The answer to this question, I am sure, will lead me down a road that ends in my finding my passion, and my dream occupation. A joke among people who work in administrative assistant positions at NYU, as I do, is that we're all here just passing time, collecting pay checks and tuition remission while we work on our "real" occupations after hours. Every time a new person starts work here, they'll tell you what they did before, and what they're hoping to do after they leave here. I was beginning to get depressed about that fact that I don't have another ambition. This is it for me, right now, and there was some sadness and more than a little shame associated with that fact. I couldn't think of the answer to that question all night last night, but luckily, I was hit with the answer this morning as I walked to work from the subway.
Reading. I can't live without books and reading.
So I guess I'm on the right track with my Books From Writer to Reader class, huh?
One small step in the right direction. :)
Thinking back on how I got to my current position, I feel ridiculously unimpressed with myself. I graduated in May 2002, after 4 long and hard years at NYU, and to be honest, I didn't do that well there. It was a combination of lack of motivation and lack of ability, I think. Well, if anyone I went to school with heard me speak this way, they'd be shocked, but suffice to say, the numbers don't lie. And I'm not sharing those with anyone.
As I was walking home yesterday, I was trying to remember what passion felt like. Not crazy in love passion, I'm fortunate enough not to have forgotten that feeling (*blush*). But passion for an occupation, for a career, for a field. What are my interests? Where did my passions go?
What is something that I can't live without?
The answer to this question, I am sure, will lead me down a road that ends in my finding my passion, and my dream occupation. A joke among people who work in administrative assistant positions at NYU, as I do, is that we're all here just passing time, collecting pay checks and tuition remission while we work on our "real" occupations after hours. Every time a new person starts work here, they'll tell you what they did before, and what they're hoping to do after they leave here. I was beginning to get depressed about that fact that I don't have another ambition. This is it for me, right now, and there was some sadness and more than a little shame associated with that fact. I couldn't think of the answer to that question all night last night, but luckily, I was hit with the answer this morning as I walked to work from the subway.
Reading. I can't live without books and reading.
So I guess I'm on the right track with my Books From Writer to Reader class, huh?
One small step in the right direction. :)
