Having said that, is there really a ‘perfect’ job? My first job was the one that I enjoyed the most. I learned all my professional chops while at it. I met some brightest and best co-workers, got a platform which groomed me professionally and as an individual. The downer? It paid peanuts. I remember staring into an empty bank account for the first year and a half of my work life. All the good things that the job offered simply faded away, as I scrounged for survival each month. (It’s only now, when I look back, I realize the good things)
My second job, paid well. Only it took my life away. Subsequent jobs followed. Each with its own set of problems. Each left me with a new learning. Over this period, I have developed a never-to-go-away back problem, thanks to hours and hours spent sitting at my desks, a capacity to absorb reasonable amounts of stress, a knack to deal with deadlines and not to forget some considerable ‘weight gain’ because most of my earlier jobs never left me enough time, so that I could keep myself fit and fine.
I often wonder if there’s light at the end of the tunnel. Will there ever be a job that comes clean on all my professional and personal objectives. Hopefully one day, I will land into that utopian, elusive, exists-only-in-my-fantasy office, one that lets me get my pet to work. Till then, I guess I am just going to have to deal with those Monday blues.