Thoughts on the nine to fizzle
Let me preface this by saying I love my job because:
- I can wear absolutely anything I want to
- It's exactly halfway between my apartment and Jonathan's house
- Everyone who works here is so ridiculously nice and funny and laid-back
- The office is super small -- only 9 people
- I'm actually a proactive person of worth -- they need me!
- I have my own office (kind of... more of an independent workspace, but you know)
- The CEO is a woman
- The CEO mobs around in a wife-beater with no bra
- The CEO is from Boston and a huge Red Sox fan
- One of the other women here brings her adorable dog Buddy in everyday
- I'm less than a mile from the beach!
- I can disappear for over an hour and go to the gym (down the street!) on my lunch break and no one trips
- We open at 9, but no one shows up until 930
- I can leave whenever I want
- I'm learning a lot about industries I never would have otherwise
Now. My thoughts on the whole thing. This is the job I've always wanted. It's creative, fun, relaxed, keeps me busy. I guess I always thought I was supposed to work a 9-5 because that's just what people are supposed to do. I'm slowly realizing that I have far too much of an entrepreneurial spirit to be in a cage. I'm very self-motivated, so I don't think generating my own cheddar is an issue. This is as good as it's going to get for me and I'm still thinking of what I'm going to do next, what I can do to make me happy. I've got big dreams, and I suppose I've also always thought that everyone else did, too. But then I see the people who can't even keep promises to themselves, and it finally dawned on me that most people would rather be content and safe than take risks. And not that I'm being at all critical, but that's just not me.
I'm not lost anymore. Things get clearer everyday. I know what I want, and I know how to make it happen. Right now, it's just about patience, tenacity, execution. Finally, there's a light at the end of my tunnel.