Doughnuts. YouTube Videos. Cubicles and 8 hour days. This is a brief list of my Kryptonites. (Kryptoni? Kyrptonotes? Kryptocurrency?) They make me weak is the point I’m getting at.
I’m in my third big boy job that involves sitting at a computer for 8 hours per day. Never have I ever been a fan of cubicles. In an effort to force focus on tests, I was put in a cardboard desk cubicle in first grade. My tests were eventually completed but not without covering the cubicle in masterpieces of what I considered to capture the essence of contemporary athletics. (I drew baseballs.)
Despite my creativity, I’ve wound up in a bit of a rut. I followed the “ideal” path of my peers and my parents of going to college and getting a degree so I can get a job that pays for my college. Trouble is, I blindly followed this path and didn’t take time to listen and find out what I actually wanted to do with my time. So now I’m Brain and a 9-5er that cannot for the life of him focus on his work.
My motivation for my job is an Easter egg that must be hidden on Mars. (Or it’s between the couch cushions and I haven’t thought to look there.) All of my positions involving a computer screen and a stationary desk have come a lack of focus, interest, and fulfillment. Jobs I have done well in involve moving around and regularly interacting with people: wedding DJ, emcee for sports teams, Resident Advisor in college.
I’m starting to doubt my compatibility with desk jobs. I know there are strategies that have helped fellow Brains succeed in these environments but I think I may be a fish flopping on a keyboard attempting to keep up with e-mails. (Side thought, if monkeys can compose Shakespeare, what sort of fiction would a school of fish produce?)
So what I’m getting at is, what the heck do I do? I have rent and student loans to pay will be off of my parents’ insurance this year. A salaried position solves the money problem but not the fulfilled and productivity problem. And a few jobs that would feel fulfilling wouldn’t pay nearly as much as what I make now, nor would provide health insurance.
I’m accepting any advice or life stories regarding what you do for work. Peace Brains.