I have this job, now, and it saps my energy. But that’s how these things go, so it’s ok. I took my netbook with me and arrived early so I could do some writing yesterday. Maybe I need to do that more often.
But that’s not what this post is about. My new employer hires a lot of young people. Most of my co-workers are under 30 and see call center work as something with endless possibilities. They see the potential of a $500 monthly bonus and imagine how much beer they can buy with that. When I said they would do better to set financial and career goals, and set aside any bonuses they might earn in order to accelerate those goals, most of their eyes glazed. Money buys beer and donuts. What is this goal thing of which you speak?
And then I remembered being 25 and having my life and the whole world in front of me, and yet my eyes were glued to whatever crap was showing on the television, or whatever crap was being sold at the local fast food joint. I wasn’t writing then and I wasn’t doing anything to make my finances or my career better.
And then I remembered this is why I am writing The Dying Art of Conjugation.
So I should get back to work on that.