Is Answering Phones Going to Pay Off?
There is always one friend after a night of drinking that imparts this wisdom: “The best way to cure a hangover is to keep drinking.”
While we all initially cringe at that suggestion, a few listen and continue to party. The majority choose the safe decision to stay home, hide from daylight, chug water and sleep.
Who said "just keep drinking" was a good idea?
At this very moment I’m having a work hangover, metaphorically speaking, and I’m deciding which way to go. Unfortunately, I can’t get solve this problem with Advil and Gatorade.
The party route says get over the mental block and live a little. Dare to seek what’s out there. You’ll never know what could happen unless you step out of your comfort zone.
The logistical route says take responsibility. Play it safe. Have occasional fun, but stay more focused on the future, not the mundane life of here and now.
I’m simply torn.
Allow this receptionist to further explain: By choosing a menial job to pursue my passion of stand-up comedy, I have inadvertently chosen the “party” route. On the flip, I’m desperate for a stable career and want to be considered anything else than a “receptionist.” It’s getting old to say, “We’ll see what happens” and “I can’t afford that.”
Can these two worlds collide? Do we all have to decide at some point?
I want to believe they do collide, but right now I’m having a really hard time believing that.
Where to go from here? I have not a clue. Look for a new job that makes more money? Or hang tight and hope that “hope” is a real thing?I look at my Dad who worked in a government job for 33 years and now retired from the position. I can always remember that his job was always associated with long hours and stress. I can also remember multiple family conversations where he would talk about looking for a new job. I can’t even fathom what he was experiencing has a father of 5, but I imagine he just settled in the job for the stability of supporting the family. Now he is 60, divorced, and looking for the next step.
But let’s take it back 33 years. If he pursued something he was completely passionate about (coaching/sports industry), would that have affected the bigger picture? Perhaps his relationship with my Mom would have turned out totally different because his job wouldn’t be sucking the soul out of him and he wouldn’t be distancing himself? Hard to say.
Where to go from here? I have not a clue. Look for a new job that makes more money? Or hang tight and hope that “hope” is a real thing?
As for now, who wants a shot of whiskey?
