Thoughts about jobs
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avevale_intelligencerIt becomes more and more imperative every day that I (a) get myself healthy enough to (b) find work. The bugger with CFS is that it always feels as though if I could make just a little more effort, try just a little harder, I could do things. Which in turn becomes another stick to beat myself with, because gods know I need more of those.
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stevieannie says that one should find what one is good at and what one enjoys and try to make the two interact, and she and micktim are doing just that, and mostly managing very nicely, and more power to them. There are things I am good at, and things I enjoy. Unfortunately, they don't translate into the sort of jobs that are (a) generally available, (b) regularly--let alone well--paid, and/or (c) accessible to someone who isn't already doing them. And that's before we get to the problem that at the moment I'm not even doing that much of the things I enjoy. My music keyboard is a spare shelf and cat seat at the moment, and the writing projects are all pretty much stalled.
I can write. Reading back over my last few posts suggests a possible career as a political columnist, assuming there were a piblication willing to allow me house room, which is unlikely since the purpose of a paid political columnist as far as I can see is to articulate the views of the proprietor, not his own. Besides, I'd probably go insane inside a week.
What I want is a job as a Fanthorpe.
That's a game that I think I could win.
Where the faster I type as I churn out the tripe
The faster the money rolls in.
I could earn a good wage being paid by the page
And producing a novel each week...
...well, maybe, though thinking about it I have my doubts. I fail at NaNoWriMo every time, for one thing, and if I can't do a novel in a month when I want to, how likely is it I can do one a week when I have to? That's the other thing about this kind of job, making your survival dependent on something you only know as a pleasurable diversion. Suppose I dry up? Loud cheers from the populace, obviously, but what would we live on?
Likewise, busking. People do do it with electronic instruments (though I've not yet seen anyone with a laptop, a keyboard and a bunch of VSTs doing karaoke to a MIDI sequence) but I'm not so wealthy that I can afford to lug my kit into Bath and stand it out in the weather while I croak along to it. And my voice is not good, at the best of times. (Waits for argument--not a sausage, and quite right too.) I can do background music--I could see myself tweedling about on a piano while well-dressed people sit around guzzling cream teas and ignoring me completely, but that kind of opportunity, if it arises at all, does so well outside my social orbit. And I suspect I would find out very quickly, as would my employers, just how limited my musical range actually is.
In the end, one applies for the jobs that are available, one takes the job that it turns out one can get, and one puts up with it for as long as possible. What one is good at, what one enjoys, are seldom relevant. When one is me, anyway.
I just need to try a little harder.
stevieannie says that one should find what one is good at and what one enjoys and try to make the two interact, and she and micktim are doing just that, and mostly managing very nicely, and more power to them. There are things I am good at, and things I enjoy. Unfortunately, they don't translate into the sort of jobs that are (a) generally available, (b) regularly--let alone well--paid, and/or (c) accessible to someone who isn't already doing them. And that's before we get to the problem that at the moment I'm not even doing that much of the things I enjoy. My music keyboard is a spare shelf and cat seat at the moment, and the writing projects are all pretty much stalled.I can write. Reading back over my last few posts suggests a possible career as a political columnist, assuming there were a piblication willing to allow me house room, which is unlikely since the purpose of a paid political columnist as far as I can see is to articulate the views of the proprietor, not his own. Besides, I'd probably go insane inside a week.
What I want is a job as a Fanthorpe.
That's a game that I think I could win.
Where the faster I type as I churn out the tripe
The faster the money rolls in.
I could earn a good wage being paid by the page
And producing a novel each week...
...well, maybe, though thinking about it I have my doubts. I fail at NaNoWriMo every time, for one thing, and if I can't do a novel in a month when I want to, how likely is it I can do one a week when I have to? That's the other thing about this kind of job, making your survival dependent on something you only know as a pleasurable diversion. Suppose I dry up? Loud cheers from the populace, obviously, but what would we live on?
Likewise, busking. People do do it with electronic instruments (though I've not yet seen anyone with a laptop, a keyboard and a bunch of VSTs doing karaoke to a MIDI sequence) but I'm not so wealthy that I can afford to lug my kit into Bath and stand it out in the weather while I croak along to it. And my voice is not good, at the best of times. (Waits for argument--not a sausage, and quite right too.) I can do background music--I could see myself tweedling about on a piano while well-dressed people sit around guzzling cream teas and ignoring me completely, but that kind of opportunity, if it arises at all, does so well outside my social orbit. And I suspect I would find out very quickly, as would my employers, just how limited my musical range actually is.
In the end, one applies for the jobs that are available, one takes the job that it turns out one can get, and one puts up with it for as long as possible. What one is good at, what one enjoys, are seldom relevant. When one is me, anyway.
I just need to try a little harder.
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Date: 2008-10-01 11:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 11:41 am (UTC)The trick is tailoring the lifestyle and the earning capability together.
We haven't managed it yet. We may not do it until the kids leave home. But in the wise words of "The Full Monty":
"It feels better being an unemployed saxophonist than an unemployed pipe fitter..."
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Date: 2008-10-01 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 04:21 pm (UTC)Full marks to Catalana!