I am not a 9-5 woman. Will never be. So why am I looking for jobs in the wrong places? I am unhappy where I am and chances are, I will be wherever I go, especially if its full-time. I want to work from home. I want to work in sandals and yoga pants.
I really have to spend some time refining my business plans so that I may actually get things off the ground, cuz going on job interviews is a totally different experience than pitching for business with a client on equal footing.
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Sanity Break
I need a timeout from reality to preserve my sanity. I believe I am walking a very thin line and I fear that I may cross over without even knowing it.
This job can turn a sober man into the village drunk.
If I were born into money,I could quit my job today and spend my efforts launching and running my own firm and pursuing my own happiness instead of pining daily in a kind of non-existence, making no contribution to anything, being valued for nothing as I bide my time in search of meaningful work.
Money isnt everything but it sho brings power. With power comes choice and with choice comes destiny.
Sigh... I feel a combination of intensly vicious anger, spiralling depression and silent bewilderment. I feel like I have wasted my year professionally and its time to move on. The only thing is that I cannot seem to find a fucking job and it is getting on my last fucking nerve!
If I could find one good client who is willing to hire my company on retainer, the rest would be history.
I have a dream about opening an office downtown Kingston and up in the hills of St. Andrew, bringing fresh (yet unspilled) blood to the downtown restoration initiative.
I am in the process of bidding for a contract to produce a feature for prime time morning television and I should have a series of training videos to do for a company.
I dont think I can honestly navigate the politics of a 9-5 anymore. I am just not cut out for it. That was the beauty of being a freelancer in media and then an executive in an agency... I got lots of work done without the commonplace workplace drama.
I just need a few consultancy roles. I will file my own income taxes, and provide my own pension and health insurance. Fuck employers. I want clients.
This job can turn a sober man into the village drunk.
If I were born into money,I could quit my job today and spend my efforts launching and running my own firm and pursuing my own happiness instead of pining daily in a kind of non-existence, making no contribution to anything, being valued for nothing as I bide my time in search of meaningful work.
Money isnt everything but it sho brings power. With power comes choice and with choice comes destiny.
Sigh... I feel a combination of intensly vicious anger, spiralling depression and silent bewilderment. I feel like I have wasted my year professionally and its time to move on. The only thing is that I cannot seem to find a fucking job and it is getting on my last fucking nerve!
If I could find one good client who is willing to hire my company on retainer, the rest would be history.
I have a dream about opening an office downtown Kingston and up in the hills of St. Andrew, bringing fresh (yet unspilled) blood to the downtown restoration initiative.
I am in the process of bidding for a contract to produce a feature for prime time morning television and I should have a series of training videos to do for a company.
I dont think I can honestly navigate the politics of a 9-5 anymore. I am just not cut out for it. That was the beauty of being a freelancer in media and then an executive in an agency... I got lots of work done without the commonplace workplace drama.
I just need a few consultancy roles. I will file my own income taxes, and provide my own pension and health insurance. Fuck employers. I want clients.
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