Or do I?
I feel weird. This might get a bit bloggy, sorry.
I work in informal education. It’s like the best bits of teaching without (most of) the bullshit. I tend to get bored at work, so I’ve moved around a bit - every 3 or 4 years I start looking for a new challenge. Or I get laid off. Or I move continents.
In August 2013 I resigned from my job without having lined up a new one. I was planning on taking a few months to myself, which I did - some travelling, dabbling in fiction writing, improving my wildlife photography. My loving husband supported me in this endeavour. I didn’t travel as extensively as perhaps I’d have liked - I had commitments at home, and didn’t want to spend a lot, since I wasn’t earning. I quite liked not working, but after a few months of it, I got a bit bored, had trouble filling up my days, felt a little bit lonely - basically, unstructured time didn’t work out for me, for lots of reasons.
In January I started looking for a new job. It took a while, I had loads of interviews for different positions, but eventually I was hired, and I started a new position in August. Here we are in October, and I… am fed up. I loved my new job for the first 6 weeks. The honeymoon, if you will. Conceptually, it’s a great fit. Then the realities hit hard. There’s BIG chunks of my duties that are actively unpleasant. I’m working with truly antagonistic people for the first time ever, and, wow, it’s taking a toll on me. I don’t feel like my training and experience are really being put to the best use here, even if my job duties on paper look ideal. My new boss thinks I’m great, but I think that’s just because I can function in a modern office, be relatively pleasant to rude people, and can query a database better than her (not hard).
Adding to these complications, in January my boss is taking 6 months off to finish her dissertation, and I’ll be acting in her role. Erk.
But, fundamentally, I just think working for a living is for chumps. That a “career” is just a fantasy people make up to make themselves feel better about being shackled to a desk for 40+ hours a week. I’m also really not into US office culture, having started my working life in Australia, where things are more sensible, e.g., work-life balance, paid leave, etc.
But I tried not working, and I couldn’t do that. I don’t think I’m entrepreneurial, and I don’t have the right skill-set to start/run my own business anyway.
Is this just the mid-30s identity crisis? (I thought I had that already.) What’s the alternatives here? Or am I doomed to another thirty years of this bullshit, only to spend my golden years vaguely dissatisfied?