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GPOYW: I Swear I’m Not Bored At Work, Boss Edition

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Ares 1-X launches at 11:30am EST.

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Who, me?

Just eatin’ ham sandwiches and chips, drinkin’ some brown ale, watchin’ some Mad Men. As usually.

Ladies.

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On dream jobs.

irreverend:

kurafire:

dearcoketalk:

Dream jobs are incredibly rare these days. Rocky relationships with dubious salvage potential are a dime a dozen.

Dream jobs are also very often too good to be true. Most people don’t really know what (or who) they want, most of the time.

(note: not saying the advice should have been different, just saying the argument made is not flawless at all)

I’ve written a few “dream jobs” articles where I profiled people who do the work we all think we want to do. The one question everyone can answer without having to think is, “What are some of the drawbacks of your job?”

One of them was a fishing guide who said he used to love fishing more than anything in the world, until he made it his business. “No matter what you do for a living,” he said, “eventually it’s just work.”

My own view is slightly less cynical. I think any job can be a dream job if you’re surrounded by the right people. Maybe that’s why so many teachers love their jobs, even though teaching isn’t likely to make any of those “dream jobs” lists.

I wanted to respond intelligently to this, because I’m of the opinion that I have my dream job, or at least an iteration of it. Just like your “dream girl,” what you’ve idealized isn’t quite what you get. I’m sure I expected my job to feel more rewarding, be more exciting, and plug all the empty holes in my heart. The reality is no job is going to be all those things —- at least not all the time.

The larger, more confusing issue is that you end up getting exactly what you think you want, and it’s nothing like Willy Wonka says. I literally have the job I wrote sappy LiveJournal posts about years ago, and I have it at a frighteningly young age.

I keep asking myself if (a) I deserve this job at all, and (b) what I’m supposed to do after this. There’s pressure to come up with either bigger dreams, since if you can make it this far, why not push yourself higher? But scarier yet, what if I’ve already peaked, or I become complacent because I don’t think I need to push myself?

Something that TJ said really stuck me:

I had never in my life thought about an acceptable “ratio” of “success to failure.” Growing up in an academic family (my older brother got a 4.0 his first semester of college and was on honor roll/dean’s list every semester, my older sister was high school valedictorian and got a 4-year full-tuition scholarship to college), I had learned to measure myself against “100%” from an early age. Well, it’s one thing to get 100 on a math quiz with clear cut answers which can be calculated.

The thing is, life isn’t a math quiz. Life isn’t like school. And the only people who never fail in life are people who never try.

I don’t know how that relates to dream jobs, but it’s good food for thought.

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poeks:

The Avalanches - Frontier Psychiatrist

Couldn’t sleep, last day of work at the office, wet socks, synapses misfiring, moving in three days, crazy in the coconut.

This made my day. I couldn’t get the audio to work, so you get the video instead:

YouTube’s stupid embed probably doesn’t work on the Dashboard.

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Holy fuck, guys, Jason Permenter made Cole cry.

This is nothing like @drw’s beard, but there are the few moments when I actually like my three-day (okay, four-day) creepster beard.

You can’t really see it in the photo, but there are just a few copper-colored hairs on my chin. I think it’s awesome because the only other color hair I’ve ever had was white.

Now please excuse me, as I need to shave. Forever.

Thursday night:

mayafish:

Watching some people watch Paranormal Activity from the lovely safety of the far far corner of the living room where I have no view of the tv. We’re all drinking absinthe.

So far, I’m bored.

But they do look pretty cute crying over there.

You want to see people cry on absinthe? Watch The Fifth Element. I know this from experience. Not the experience of me crying, of course.

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GPOYT What Do You Mean It’s Not Wednesday Anymore Edition.
Good luck with this working thing, people. I’m going to sleep.

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Not to harp on this whole scandal business over at ESPN, but I’ve been up all night and had like six cups of coffee, so I just have one more thought.

After glancing at snippets of the note she wrote — I refuse to link it, along with any more coverage, because this should just go away — I am troubled at how disturbed this young woman truly is. She had an important, close relationship with an older person — anywhere and anyone else, and you’d call him a mentor — and perverted it. Who started what is not my call — I’ve tried my best not to read more than the headlines — but it’s clear that she has some serious issues.

(Confidential to the woman at the center of this clusterfuck: You do know a fellow alum is chief executive of ESPN’s parent company, right? You really can’t get much better networking than that.)

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