I have moaned but done nothing.
I have abided with a great pain but refused to throw the one ring into the fiery chasm of Mount Doom.
I have complained about the weeds but refused to grasp the nettle.
Well, enough!
Something has snapped inside. My sanity chip has toggled back and forth so many times over the last few years that I no longer know which mode I am operating on and, to tell the truth, I don’t think it matters anymore.
I am bending my will towards finding a new job. The time has come. The sea-change in my soul might have been a long time coming but it is here at last and I am hoping that, by announcing it here so publically, it will give me some steel in my spine to see the plans through to the end.
I am considering literally anything at the moment.
Top of the list currently is Community Beat Officer for the local police force. Something outdoors and community based with the emphasis on building up a good rapport with the locals (as opposed to getting them banged to rights for a heist that they swear they didn’t do). I know. You are laughing. What the hell do I know about mixing it with a sneering bunch of fraudsters, scheisters and ne’er-do-wells? Well, weirdly enough, on my CV where I fill in my “relevant other experience” I am already onto the fifth page. I've had some pretty interesting experiences over the last 25 odd years during my time in full-time employment; I've seen a few things, I can tell you. I’m bloody made for the job.
But in all seriousness the idea of the job appeals. It’s outdoors rather than being office based and this is definitely a mode of working that is more me. The only fly in the ointment at the moment is that the local police force are not currently recruiting for such posts... but I am keeping a hawk-eye out ready for when they do.
Another idea has been nursing. Again, before you laugh, I would point out that I worked 10 years in a nursing home before my current job and enjoyed the environment greatly (though I acknowledge this was largely down to the great people I worked with). Training can be done on the job and it is a profession that is recognized internationally and has merit as such.
Other than that it really is just a case of polishing the old CV and getting it out to an employment agency. I’ve been told that the job market locally is “buoyant”. Maybe it’s time to float my boat on the seas of fate and see what I snare in my net?
Whatever, I can feel a yen to move pressing itself hard upon my neck and shoulders and driving a spear point into my kidneys. I’m 43 this year. Given the current pension climate I probably have a good 40 years employment left in me, maybe even 50.
43 could well be the new 18 and time to get a toe-hold on a new career...
24 comments:
: ))) sounds like a mind made up! I have also decided... and am now in deep thought to come up with the great business idea... I've had it with bosses! I want to be my own!
The very best of luck with your search! Whatever the job - just know your value! : )x
Hannah: best of luck to you too... though one word of warning: I had a brush with being my own boss for a while... and I still ended up working for arseholes! You can't always pick your clients!
I totally agree when you look at the years you have left at work, it is too many to continue to do something you hate for it all.
You've got to look for a job that will give you material for your writing. Something involving lesbians would be ideal. Everyone's interested in lesbians.
Sounds like an excellent idea, although obviously you can't choose who you work with it will at least take another few years before the buggars get under your skin again.
Life is too short to hate your job!
Nothing but a wide grin, a congratulatory nod and an "Aboutvruddy time that boat sailed!" from me, chum. Thrilled for you. The universe will make it so now. Just you watch xxx
I am hoping to start my own business in due course, but plodding on with the day job meantime and will start own business at weekends to start with.
Good for you. As someone else turning 40 and embarking on a brand new career, I wish you the very best.
good for you!
AS A NURSE all I can say is be a policeman!
Kelloggs Ville: and unfortunately our years left at work could suddenly outnumber those we have already served by an exponential amount any time soon.
Gorilla Bananas: that's a bloody good point. No seriously. I wonder if I could get a job as a make-up artist on a porn shoot? Or The Great British Bake Off?
Very Bored in Catalunya: another few years? Might be mere weeks in my case. I have a very low arsehole threshold. Erm. Maybe I ought to re-phrase that?
Being Me: and hopefully God will bless all who sail in her...! ;-)
Laura: I wish the best of British to you. Setting up your own business is harder work than working for the man... but if you do it right the rewards are greater.
Rol: I did consider going into teaching but I am a lazy git at heart and by all accounts there seemed far too much work involved...! ;-)
John: you're nicked!
Fantastic.....good luck with it - I wish my son would go into nursing...he would be great and he hates his job too..............keep us posted...
Libby: as usual with me it is just hot air at the moment... but the intention is definitely concrete.
Regarding your age, get over yourself! My husband was 51 when we changed continents and languages and many "retirees" here just take up their educational or career goals and are not judged wanting.
Both of your selections make a lot of sense and are both careers where a certain independence of thought is an advantage.
Can you enter the police force as a communications person, or something that might be hiring right now?
Whatever you choose we seem assured of many blog posts to come. Can't wait!
I truly hope you find a job you love. Failing that, I hope you find a job you don't hate!
English Rider: what you say makes a lot of sense... I'll be checking further afield on the police recruitment page...
Katriina: I'd certainly settle for a job I don't hate and that pays reasonably well!
Talk is cheap.....get off one's arris and just DO it! Good Luck with it all.
ps I'm totally procrastinating being here...my youngest boy gets married the day after tomorrow and I'm taking a night off from preening myself because after all, when you get to this age, it can take a while (preening oneself, that is!).
Nana Go-Go: methinks the lady doth protest too much; bet you don't need to preen that much. Hope all goes well for your son's big day!
Age no barrier to change....and you must get out of that hell hole where your skills and talent are not appreciated.
Really good idea to think about qualifications that can take you anywhere, too.
The fly in the web: just hoping I don't lose this spark and slip back ino the pit of ambivalence...!
Great blog post. I'm 43 and in the same boat. To be doing something productive for society would be my dream job. Or being an Ice Road Trucker. I'll take either.
Go Buddy Go!
Dicky: ice road trucker? Do you get to ride shotgun with Sue Perkins? If so, count me in!
TimeWarden: ...with a bullet!
But, Steve, if you're the boss you can deal with the arses - in your own time, your way... Honest. : )
Hannah: you still have to be nice to them if you want to walk away with their money...
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