I've been teasing Austin in the last week or so when he bugs me (something he still takes great enjoyment in) that I've got until the first before his warranty is up. Up to Sunday afternoon, I still have the option of taking him back to his parents and cutting my losses. As of Sunday night, I'm stuck with him for real. He's taking me on a trip into Chicago all weekend to distract me, with a show and lots of other fun things planned. I suppose I'll keep him.
What happens when your main motivation for advancement isn't really motivating you anymore? Up until this point in my life, it's been all about the paycheck. Money money money. When you don't have it, it's something you obsess over and make all sorts of lists of things you'll get once you hit the big time. Once you've gotten the important things off that list (hello computer, kayak, and bicycle!) and you're still living below your income, what drives you? You can always keep the same goal and just up your lifestyle until you're back to living between paychecks, but that's just not appealing. Do you then start striving for titles, ensuring that you'll be Senior VP of Something Or Other? Do you try to find the job that has the most flexibility in hours? The least amount of work? The least stress? The greatest good to your company? To society as a whole?
I've always been the type of person who needs specific goals to shoot for, and I'm still casting about to find new ones after all my changes in the last year. Let's take for granted it's got to be a job you enjoy and makes you happy, but what do YOU shoot for in your career?
While Austin makes breakfast in our sunny kitchen, I like to amuse him by making my own breakfast-related lyrics to popular songs. My favorite today:
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Til that red light goes off and they are done
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a waffle man...
WAFFLE MAN! Not burnin up the waffles here no more.
...and so on. The air guitar really makes the performance.
We have a shoemobile at work sometimes. It makes the rounds for people who need to buy steel-toed safety shoes and saves us a trip out to the specialty store. Our OP sent out a note the other day letting us know that the mini-shoemobile will be here next week. I replied back, "Thanks for the info, but I do not need any miniature shoes."
I am so funny it hurts sometime.