the last post was pitiful….
Some recent happenings have got me pondering the meaning of a JOB. Sociologists would argue that a job is defined by paramaters which, in one aspect or another, include some sort of material compensation, aka a salary. A career, however, as my sister would rightfully argue, entails the act of doing something, sometimes without material compensation, ex. Motherhood/child rearing, or as Schwartzenneger does, Governing without pay. I have been told so many times in the past few months not to doubt my own self worth because I am being productive yet it is not for pay…I recently started working, although unpaid, for a paper. I love it. I can’t get enough of it, I can’t wait for the weekends to be over so I can talk to new people and expand my base of contacts, learn new things about the trade, and write articles, even if it is about a local toaster club. I have the option, however, to work at a bank, for money, of course. There is no choice. Well, there is. My choice would be to stay at the paper and get offered a paid position. Unfortunately, I don’t have a choice. I have to take the paid position, i’m on borrowed time…although I live at home, i’m racking up a sort of debt in my brain. Even with the bank position, I won’t be able to take care of myself completely, but its a start. Working at the paper is a start in the direction that I want to go; working at the bank, however, is a start in the direction of financial stability. Unless I want to live in a tent and have flies following me around to interviews, I have to let my desire to be a writer take a back seat. Something i’m sure will be smiled upon by my peers, and my bank account.
