Thursday, December 08, 2005

I figured out my problem

I figured out my problem, lately. I was just reading the latest issue of Entrepreneur. It's an article called Close Quarters, which is about twentysomethings. The article is a plug for a book about the Quarterlife crisis. This crisis is about some of the following issues:

student loans
uncertain job market
insane housing costs
search for meaning and direction
Although I am past the twenties, I identify with the issues. The quarterlife crisis is different from the midlife crisis in that in the latter, you feel like you're running out of options. In the former, you're paralyzed from all the options from which to choose. That's me right there.

I feel like I can do more, and I get offers from people who want me to join their teams. I just don't know where to go. So I don't go anywhere.

I'm tired of the safe, secure job route. It sucks for me. I want to work where I can go out, find a job, do it, and move on. This is why I was thinking about doing the door-to-door tech work. I want to go out, hunt for prey, kill it, and drag it home. I don't want to sit and wait for it to come to me.

Here are my options:

computer work, networking and other crap. I'd do it door-to-door. As an employee, I could only do networking. There're power tools involved with that.
construction, I've framed, roofed, drywalled, painted, done plumbing, and electricity. Some of the people involved are ... crude. But that's part of the game.
finance. Nah, forget finance. I'd be stuck in a bank or an office somewhere. I love the concept but the job prospects are not enticing.
So, I think 2006 will be about transitioning into a more challenging and meaningful career for me. I remember the days of coming home dog tired from heavy work. It was satisfying because I knew I accomplished something. I could also point to the work I did. I've had odd jobs building and installing stuff where I could do the same in the past three years.

I've known what I have to do. I've just been reluctant. Thanks for listening to my nonsense.
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