So, who chooses which job I'm suited for?
Let's take the me of 10 years ago. I worked
jobs similar to the security one - but don't find
it easy to do numerous things at once. So, while
I was doing these jobs, I was rotting.
i am opposed to anyone making choices for you, but you.
Ah. So what, I get some guaranteed wage, and choose
which job I want? Perhaps I'd like to be a policeman,
because I like to walk around with a gun. Ok, maybe
there are limits. But certainly it seems like either someone
else can tell me that I'm not suited for a job (in which
case I'm not longer the one making the choice) OR
I can do what I please, and make a living wage off it.
In which case, I'd choose something terribly painless,
or something which required training, and then I'd switch
fields when it appeared that I'd ever have to submit to
actual work.
have you ever considered teamwork?
maybe you are talented at one end of this business, where someone else is good at the sales.
common man helping each other up the ladder of success. too many freelancers out there trying to do everything themselves.
What the hell are you on? You expect someone who
can't seem to convince a convenience store to hire him
that he should try and con someone into partnering with
him? About the only kind of job I could have done then
was something where I was following clearly set out instructions.
These tended to be JUST those low end jobs.
Even now, looking at getting out with a terminal Master's, I don't
see much more opportunity. I knew more before this degree than
I do now, and was unable to find work. But that's me, and I'm a
seriously fucked up case. I just know that most of my friends
(back when I had such critters) were significantly brighter than
the average person - yet the majority had pretty crappy jobs,
which didn't challenge them. Yeah, most were better than me -
they didn't get so sickened by the situation that they gave up,
but it still seems a tremendous misuse of talent. And there were
certainly a couple who seemed about as unlikely as I did of ever
going beyond that point.
My time was important enough to me, that one of the ways that
I found to make money was bending over and being a dummy
for proctological exams. Hey, at least it paid a lot. My psycho ex
took up prostitution, pretty much for the same reason. I just
don't buy that there is any great gain to people, if they are so
willing to do as little as possible to get by.