There has been a flurry of career activity lately in the little cubefarm where I spend my days. Two colleagues are getting chances to do some work overseas; one has changed departments and gotten a promotion, another is moving into a new role that means she will one step futher along on her chosen career path.
And I? I am thrilled beyond belief for all of them. Also, not in the least bit jealous that I am a secretary (albeit with a longer title) and destined to likely remain so for the forseeable future, while they are pursuing and globetrotting and the like.
I wondered why this is, and I poked around on some stranger's blogs and I've come to a conclusion: this job just doesn't matter to me. I like my job, on the whole. There are, of course, stupid days and stupid people and stupid bosses, but on a day to day basis, it doesn't suck. It's just that the purpose of this company is to make money. Not to help people, not to educate people, not to make the world a better place, just to make as much money as possible for the people in charge.
So the ongoing job search may now take a different path. Rather than "well, I can do that" my mantra will be "well, I'd like to do that".