Curriculum Vitae

How does one get to the point of ultimate job satisfaction?
I don’t mean the height of ambition or even the professional peak. Rather, a feeling of contentment that the way things are is the way things will always be.
When does one say: here, right now, in this role, in this place, I shall stay, slave and be happy until I reach the federally appointed retirement age? Stop looking over the fence and decide this grass is green enough, thanks.
Now, it’s not that I don’t like my current job. It’s quite good, actually. But it is always, irrevocably, my current job. Try as I might, I can’t remove that temporal, temporary component. I enjoy my current job. But I can’t remove the end point, the drive to move on.
I’m always looking ahead, planning the next move – not necessarily to a different company, and certainly not chasing more money (journalist making money – to make a hollow laughing).
It is always the search for a new role, a different experience. As progress it’s not so much sideways as circular; I’ve plotted the next six moves without penciling in the end game. I’m still planning what I want to be when I grow up.
Not sure what I was expecting really. A twinkly light and a message from behind the water cooler: bring a folding chair and a packed lunch, we’re going to be here a while. It’s as naive as waiting for a parted crowd when you meet the one. As naive as belief in the one itself, given up at about the same time I realized Price Eric was unlikely to relinquish his aquatic bride to marry me. I’d given up on true love for years, but still cling to a true career.
Unending job progression is particularly prevalent in my generation. I say job rather than career, as I’m not sure to what extent the latter benefits from a CV that can span the Nullarbor. After all, employment is just another from of relationship, and a ream of one to two-year stints would flash ‘commitment issues ‘ in red lights on a first date.
But it does seem to be a recent phenomenon, this office full of new guys. Time was you found a job and tread your groove there for the next 40 years. Though it is arrogant of me to patent the trend for the under 25’s.
It is so hard to find someone who consciously made that decision to stop. Most fall in love, buy a house, have a family, and stick with their lot. Absent are those who spiraled through the market, unencumbered, until they had what Oprah would call and epiphany moment and found where they fit.
Or perhaps I am seeing this wrong, and the epiphany came instead to those who become entangled with life and realised that, at the end of it all, it was just a job.

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