Having only two jobs instead of three doesn’t look so bad in the summer.
I’m trying new things and discovering where my strengths and weaknesses are. Part of me likes to pretend that I don’t know, but yes, I do.
Listening to myself is not a strength. I wish I believed this post that says you already know what your calling in life is. Volunteering at the library makes me so happy! I just need money.
It doesn’t matter if you like what you do because making money is more important. I like writing and walking dogs. These things don’t pay very well. I like art, being a figure model, and tasting wine. I like writing, blubbering over how beautiful something is, and swooning over food. These things don’t pay very well.
I am not good at doing data entry for seven hours at a time, selling things, or making rich drunk people drunker. However, those things pay moderately well.
I’ve been reading a bit about work/jobs and these are things that I’ve learned so far: we all work for ourselves (we’re agreeing to sell our talents to an employer); no one should ever have a job because then you’re dependent on it being defined for you by someone else); if you find a job you love you’ll never work a day in your life (because work shouldn’t be defined as something that sucks your soul out).
Any other cliches I should be dreaming about?