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AnarchistBarbie

I'm surrounded by 'linen look' fabric walls held together by cheap fittings in a cavernous building with narrow windows - none of which is near me. The HVAC equipment on the roof sounds like aircraft taking off and landing directly over head - and this part of the building is always either too cold [between 5pm-6am] or too hot [6am-5pm]. Within minutes of being here my jaw is clenched, and my head aches from the shimmer of the 10 monitors I stare at [with appropriately furrowed brow] for 10 hours [at least] 4 days a week.

I am an excellent data analyst, and I think my job sucks. I also think that sucking is one thing that most jobs do. I even show up each day with a renewed sense of purpose, and the feeling that maybe, sometimes, some of this matters. [Of course, by the end of the first half of my shift I know better, and I start measuring time by the number of irritants between me and the end of my shift]

Oh, I'm not really complaining... I just thought I'd share.

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suede

And sharing is what discussion boards are for.So,with that in mind,and the dreamy picture you just painted of your carrear choice,i have to admit that I'm sorry I didn't become a data analyst like my Grandma wanted me toinstead i chose the boring life of a .........................................well i decided to become a .............well the truth is ,I'm still working on what I want to be....i'm not going to jump in face first, without testing the water.Did that.......got a face full of creek mud. I remember my dad asking me at 22,after the military,and a short marriage,what I was going to do with my life.My answer was then,and 25 years later ,is still,ENJOY ITb.suede

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Bongzilla

LOL that's awesome Suede

Just last night my uncle was over, and very stoned too (smokes for the pain he has after surgery). I was talking to him and it went sort of like this:

Him: 'Now what are you going to work for?'

Me: 'I am guessing money...'

Him: 'And what do you do with that money?'

Me: 'Spend it...'

Him: 'On what? Food and Shelter. So when you are 50 years old you will be sitting back and think 'What the **** did I do'. You worked a ****ty job for food and shelter. Unless you actually enjoy waking up at 6.00am to traffic and all that.'

Me: 'Yeah I have been thinking about that lately.'

Him: 'So you know what you do? Work your ass off and buy a plot of land. Then you can grow your own food and have shelter... (It went on for a bit, a little incoherent)'

And I don't know why, but he really had a point. And the cool thing is, he is actually been doing this. 15 or so years ago he bought a piece of property on this island full of hicks, and he is going to have this 150 year old hotel (not a big one, but for a house it is) ready in a few months. He grows all his food, has about 30 turkeys, and has a nice crop of bud.

Maybe he is on to something

AnarchistBarbie

So.... I'm back at 'the farm' [the cube farm, that is] and catching up on comments, etc.

I could have chosen to pursue my passion [art] as a career - but I didn't, and that was deliberate. I don't want to pick up a brush [a palette knife, a pen, whatever] and have to think 'what is going to sell?' So, I have a 'day job' that pays the bills, keeps food on the table and a roof over my head - and I wake up on Tuesday morning [my weekends are Tu-Th] and I can paint what I want to paint.

I think looking back on a passionless life would suck - but I've really reached out for events, experiences, emotions, and interaction with others with both hands and 100% involvement. I don't mind having a crappy job that bores me and gives me a headache, and too much exposure to the worst of mediocrity. At least, I don't mind right now... 'course, I just got in for the day.

suede

If I've learned anything by the mistakes I've made,it's not to whine about the mistakes I haven't made.I could have been a painter of images,but I was afriad I'd fail,and not be able to feed my children,so I painted houses.I became miserable. I drank myself into depression, hated my wife and children, lost self respect,and the chance to be, what I was afraid I would not be.This is a ficticious scenario.It'a not me.We all have fears of failure.It shouldn't keep us from following our passions.I think about where I might be ,from time to time ,had I never followed my passion for marijuana.Who knows?I could'a been a roket scientist.b.s.

 

Bongzilla

Right now I am in the period of life where I 'should be thinking about what I want to do'. University is nearing, and all I have thought about is how nice it will be going to BC

I have my passions, but if I chose to follow them, I have no idea how my life would turn out. I like playing guitar, music theory, philosophy, plants, and bud. I would love to spend my life studying all of them, but there is that whole $ problem...

Oh well, it would be a fun life

AnarchistBarbie

I didn't actually ever 'decide' what I wanted to be. I joined the Army out of high school, mostly to annoy my family [the expectation was that I would go to college] - and I really liked it. I settled in for a career... then was politely invited to leave when they RIFed so many soldiers in the early 90s. Starting all over sucked... I settled into construction. It was a nice living, too. Fresh air everyday, and as much money as I felt up to counting...[ok, not THAT much, but it was decent]. I broke an ankle [and on my own time, too], effectively ending my construction career... and started over again.

I've always been an artist. That has never failed me, whatever I did for a living.

Today at the cube farm: visitors from a new client. Managers working hard to impress... entry level employees striving to maintain their anonymity... and me, facing allllll these monitors... and allllll this paperwork. No headache today, though. That's a nice change.

suede

If I was contemplating subjects to study,that i considered worthy of a lifetime dedication,you can bet your sweet "freshman fund" it's going to be following my passions,so I'm not sitting around when I'm 50 a shriveled up,filthy,bitter at the world,old fart, wondering what might have been
Actually i'm just saying all this to justify my own past.
I had it all........in the palm of my hand.......both hands running over........A future set before me that could rival the luck of finding a "Genie in a bottle".There were circumstances ,and standards that turned me against this future,and i was shown another way.I was 15.I walked away from the promise of anything and everything I could possibly want ,straight into the arms of poverty,and never looked back.That was the first time I followed my passion for "something more".I have few regrets,i've never known true hunger,and all my children are semi-literate.I've had more,and i've had less,and now "all" that I have, is free to anyone who asks.At 47 i'm still following my passions,and I shall continue until .............b.s.

hey Barbie,have you tried to do the marshmellow's yet ?

SonicPainter

when I worked in the I.S. field, (I did web and digital arts etc. for 7 years on my own as a freelancer)..I became very unhappy with it and really burned out (can you say weeks staring at a blank screen?) . So I looked for other paths. It is said that if you wish for success, just do what you love. I realized I love art. so I took a leap and became a full time working artist for a living.

sure, I make much less, but everyday I get up.. and enjoy my morning, I have much more time to see the beauty around me, and in the things that I am planning and currently creating. I spend seriously quality time with my daughter when I see her, and with my wife and dogs.


gotta do what you love. the rest follows with it.

best
D.

AnarchistBarbie

'Do what you love' ... no doubt, and I do... for all but 40 hours a week out of my life.

I'm not even unhappy. I just don't care for the drone of the HVAC system, the cold dry 'conditioned' air, and the unblinking eyes of those ten monitors staring sightlessly back at me all f*ing day long. It could certainly be worse... I could be unemployed, out of paint, canvas, or imagination... ick. Don't even like thinking about that.

[Yes, I did try the marshmallows. Yummy! Thx for the idea]