The thing is, I do have leisure interests as well. I do karate, I've just joined an orchestra (which should motivate me to do more than occasional fiddling on the violin), I play piano (though less and less these days), I occasionally do craft-ish things (when I have a reason to), I bake cakes (though again I haven't done a decent cake for ages), I photoshop pictures of Miffy, I even strum the guitar occasionally, manage to work out the chords to something I like, sing along a bit. ... And none of that changes the fact that I spend 8 hours a day doing (or avoiding, which is just as stressful) work which is soul-destroyingly boring and pointless.
I doubt I'd actually manage to hold onto a job which was nothing but repetition,
I think if it was nothing but repetition I'd have left (or gone mad) a long time ago. The problem is, there's always been just enough interest, or promise of interesting stuff, to keep me thinking that things will get better; so I've not quite had the kick up the arse that I needed to get out, but nor have I had anything to really challenge me or keep me properly interested.
because of my avoidant tendency to semi-unconsciously not arrive at such employment on time or at all.
I can sympathise with that; only in my case it wasn't so much being late as the fact that I ended up being ill a lot, which meant I ended up calling in sick, in the (obviously mistaken) belief that it's okay to call in sick if you're, well, sick. Unfortunately this means I've now got a bad sick-leave record, and there's no way to remove that (short of being unemployed for 2 years and clearing the record -- nobody asks for more than 2 years' absence details).
If I could go back and give advice to myself a year or two ago, my advice would be: no matter how bad the job is, no matter how ill it's making you, DON'T TAKE SICK LEAVE, EVER, unless forced to (i.e., if you're vomiting uncontrollably, or if you pass out at your desk, they'll probably send you home anyway).
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Date: 2003-09-27 07:46 am (UTC)The thing is, I do have leisure interests as well. I do karate, I've just joined an orchestra (which should motivate me to do more than occasional fiddling on the violin), I play piano (though less and less these days), I occasionally do craft-ish things (when I have a reason to), I bake cakes (though again I haven't done a decent cake for ages), I photoshop pictures of Miffy, I even strum the guitar occasionally, manage to work out the chords to something I like, sing along a bit. ... And none of that changes the fact that I spend 8 hours a day doing (or avoiding, which is just as stressful) work which is soul-destroyingly boring and pointless.
I doubt I'd actually manage to hold onto a job which was nothing but repetition,
I think if it was nothing but repetition I'd have left (or gone mad) a long time ago. The problem is, there's always been just enough interest, or promise of interesting stuff, to keep me thinking that things will get better; so I've not quite had the kick up the arse that I needed to get out, but nor have I had anything to really challenge me or keep me properly interested.
because of my avoidant tendency to semi-unconsciously not arrive at such employment on time or at all.
I can sympathise with that; only in my case it wasn't so much being late as the fact that I ended up being ill a lot, which meant I ended up calling in sick, in the (obviously mistaken) belief that it's okay to call in sick if you're, well, sick. Unfortunately this means I've now got a bad sick-leave record, and there's no way to remove that (short of being unemployed for 2 years and clearing the record -- nobody asks for more than 2 years' absence details).
If I could go back and give advice to myself a year or two ago, my advice would be: no matter how bad the job is, no matter how ill it's making you, DON'T TAKE SICK LEAVE, EVER, unless forced to (i.e., if you're vomiting uncontrollably, or if you pass out at your desk, they'll probably send you home anyway).