It’s nearly 10 a.m. now, and I am at San Francisco Coffee surfing Internet. As of now, I’m officeless … more grandly known as ‘floating’.
I had previously cancelled my plan to join R&D, and decided to stay in the corporate mainstream. The Human Resource Department (HR) then sent me to Solution Integration Unit (SIU), to fill a Solution Consultant position. Well, I went there, only to find out the position was not even vacant. So, SIU is now telling me to wait, while they are sorting out matters with HR. And, I always prefer waiting with a large cup of Cappucino, in a cafe, with a Wi-Fi connected laptop. I have another job interview this week, so at the moment, my career could have been any of two radically different stories.
Over the past few weeks, I had plenty of career advices, from colleagues (ex- and not) and friends. If fact, interviewers as well. Some said I should join a department filled with seniors, so that I could rise easily replacing them after they’re gone. Others said I should join a young team instead, to build network and have more fun at work.
Well, I guess, both advices have pros and cons. The first advice is only relevant if I plan to stay at one particular job, and patiently wait (without cappucino and Wi-Fi) to succeed my seniors. For the second advice, there is possibility that network and fun might amount to nothing. Competition will also be high, and also, I am not the best networker in town.
Anyway, the conclusion is, first advice is better if I plan to stay long at one particular job, the second one better if I want to jump around between jobs quickly.
Actually I couldn’t care less about job, career etc. The problem is, that’s what people first ask me about whenever they see me. Family wants to know how my work goes. Old friends will ask, “where do you work now?“. Old colleagues, ex-schoolmates, etc etc. I suppose that will be the first thing asked of me, if I attend a blind date as well.
I want a more meaningful thing to do, not simply living for the society and to gain respect. Not even simply for my own survival. Something which has the flavour of “meaning of existence”. Something that shows me why I am what I am, something that takes me beyond my maximum potential.
Something worth dying for ..
Am I at the top of Maslow’s pyramid, or I just take everything for granted?
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