I’ve always thought the problem with job dissatisfaction happens because you begin to expect everything from it. Money, house, respect, rewards, intellectual stimulation, creative challenges and so on. It’s too much to get from one thing, I think. It’s like kissing that frog and wishing for it to turn into Prince Charming. And while we’ve come to make peace with the fact, that THAT really doesn’t exist; when it comes to work, we’re still pretty wishful.
It’s like we expect that we are suddenly rewarded everything we wanted out of life between the hours of 9 to 5.
While there are people who are lucky enough to get the best of both the worlds this way, for most of us, the things we love to do, and the those that pay the bills never coincide.
And I happen to be one of those people. Ever since I’ve set out on my own, I’m getting several offers to work, but most of them are for roles which keep in mind my past experience and not my future intentions.
And unfortunately, they are the only ones which have the promise of pay.
So like Shahrukh Khan, I’ve taken up a few wedding jigs on the side to pay for the Lamborghini (a Honda Brio is just as peppy :P). A few side dishes that’ll whet the appetite and bring in a few extra pennies.
Most of these projects are in the space of social media management and digital content strategy. It’s interesting work and I know my way around the place a bit, so it will do for now. But they are demanding. And the all nighters I’ve begun to put in are making we wonder if these ‘supplementary’ jobs will displace me from the quest I’m on. For instance, its been a week since I’ve taken any photograph whatsoever. And the only writing I’m doing is for the blog. Haven’t even seriously begun to learn something new, finalise a start-up idea or even bake. (please see The List) . It’s starting to depress me a little.
Ok, deep breath. Need to re-focus and make sure I don’t do an Anurag Kashyap in Bombay Velvet and lose the plot.
Ok now back to the grind.