Other than being a comedian, I have a day job. It takes less effort than comedy but more time. It also pays more than comedy and offers the basic life necessities like health insurance, paid vacation days and a retirement plan. My day job is a good job that I am good at. The problem however lies in the fact that there is minimal if any personal fulfillment in the job. From the minute I arrive time seems to slow down to a near halt and I spend the next eight and a half hours counting down the seconds until I can leave and do something, anything else. I know that means that I am not in the right job and that message was never more clear than it was today.
When I began my career as a cubicle dweller, my company offered an old school pension plan. Five years of cubicle dwelling later and I’m vested. Yippee, some guaranteed money when I retire. Well, my company has decided to move to the modern version of a retirement plan and offer a match to any personal contributions that we make to a 403B account (non-profit version of a 401K). Sounds fine enough so I will now manage my own money. In preparation for this event all employees were sent a summary of current benefits and the projected benefits based on three different retirement ages. To earn the maximize retirement benefits, I have to work here for thirty-two more years. Thirty-two more years. Today I only have to stay here for thirty-two more minutes, and I’m not sure I can make it. How could I possible get through thirty-two more years? And it is not just this cubicle that I don’t want to sit in for thirty-two more minutes let alone thirty-two more years, it’s any cubicle. I don’t need a new job, I need a new career.
The good news is that tomorrow when I return I will have something interesting to do – figure out what I want to do for the next thirty-two years. Suggestions welcome.