My apologies go out to those who keep track of each day I am training. The past few days reminded me that the rat race is mostly composed of work, sleep and food.
Anyway...another week, another assessment. I'll tell you more about the results tomorrow. While we're all waiting for the hammer to fall, a few of us decided to talk about career growth. One aims to be a CEO, another wants to be her subordinate. I got my career predicted for me: the owner of my own company, or at least a subsidiary of THIS company.
Now I would normally be flattered by this prediction, but today I saw two sides to this. On one hand, I'm flattered that they did not think I was better suited as a custodian or a security guard. Also, they presumably consider my qualities too unique to be contained in a system that already exists. On the other hand, I'm saddened to think that consciously or not, my friends don't think I fit in - or worse, that I don't have a place here. True, it is the eventual price we pay for getting attached to the system (since we don't want to be employees forever, do we?). It's just...lonely, I guess, to contemplate such a future. Everyone wishes me well, but they don't want me to be part of THEIR future.
Truth be told, I don't have grandiose plans for the future anymore. That style has gone the way of the dodo. No, I don't aim high (in an earthly sense, at least) anymore. People think I have some form of potential that I don't exert to the full, but honestly, I don't see what all the hooplah is all about. I personally would prefer going the way of the dodo myself. "To live is Christ, to die is gain," as the Apostle Paul declared.
Tomorrow I talk about the assessment results. Wish me well. On second thought...
