Runaway Future

Four years ago this week, I started my first day at my job.

And here I am. Four years later.

I had initially promised myself a year to work, get some cash and then a year to figure my shit out and get going.

And here I am. Four years later.

Of course, last year, this time, the three year anniversary didn’t bother me as much. I was laid up with the ankle at the time.

Since then, things have changed. In my annual evaluation in January, I noted that the previous four months were the hardest I ever faced and it’s continued since then.

My job has changed enough. I’m no longer crawling under desks as much as I am in meetings and doing planning. It’s more responsibility and more work and more maturity, but it’s still the same job. Officially, my job hasn’t changed.

Jim, from the show The Office had this great quote:

“Right now, this is just a job. If I advance any higher in this company then this would be my career. And uh, well, if this were my career, I’d have to throw myself in front of a train.”

I don’t not like doing what I’m doing. I enjoy going into work each day, I actually appreciate the extra responsibilities, even if it might not come with all the respect I’d want with it.

But I have a fear that I’m at the crossroads. If there’s not a switchup soon, I could be there forever. And I don’t think I would want that.

There are a number of projects on my plate that I want to get done before I ever consider moving on. After that…