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NotJustAHatStand

People say life is the thing, but I prefer reading*
 

Tortured Artist?

I'm known amongst my family and friends for having an obsessive need to spell-check everything.

**Side story: When we went to see Pirates of the Caribbean on Saturday, my sister made us wait until the very end of the credits to see the hidden scene and I enthusiastically pointed out a spelling mistake in the credits. Seriously.

The hidden scene was totally worth sitting through the 8 minutes of credits though!**

Anyhoo, because of this reputation my friend asked me to look through her CV for any spelling/grammar errors. There were hardly any, and I handed it back to her with a note congratulating her on a job well done. Today she emailed to say that one of the companies she'd sent it to (as an experiment to test the recruitment waters in a different country) were very impressed and wanted to fly her over there for an interview. Great news for her, but what bothered me was this:

HER CV WAS BLOODY FANTASTIC.

She's the same age as me, we did the same subjects at school and we did the same degree. And yet here she is, having been headhunted by the company she currently works for, managing a whole team of people (she has an assistant for pete's sake!) and a rather sizeable budget.

I on the other hand, fell into the higher education establishment where I work by accident, and have clung on with limpet-like tenacity ever since. I've applied for, and been offered, two jobs since I began working here so it's not like I'm at the absolute bottom of the pile, but the work I do has no bearing on my degree and I'm not even that good at it. Yet I don't seem to have any other options - other than my vague aspirations to be a writer, and I seem to lack a certain something there (namely a chemical imbalance and an actual BOOK). I lack the killer instinct and self-confidence, which my friend has in abundance. More importantly though, I lack the motivation to push my career forward because there are only a limited number of options open to me just now, and very few of these hold any interest for me.

In conclusion, I'm going nowhere fast career-wise, and I need to come up with something soon as it's starting to really depress me :o(
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