And ask yourself -- seriously -- do I want a career? I love my job -- But even thought there is a career path I might follow, I don't actually have a lot of interest in going up .
This is a VERY good point, actually. I like my tech editing gig, and I've put a fair amount of effort into being good at it. But I don't consider it My Career. It is a day job I like, and that I can do with a minimum of stress (mostly), but in no way do I want to become a managing editor or anything like that.
(I suppose, if I really think about it, I consider "being a spokesperson for the Goth subculture" to be My Career. That's certainly what I put the most effort and plans into, anyway.)
( got a number of friends that are tech writers -- they used to make that kind of money , they don't now. )
Yeppers. If medical writing is anything like tech writing/editing, six-figure salaries are not quite the norm, nowadays.
Just skipped a whole bunch of posts.
Passover is going OK. Had the seder at my aunt and uncle's. My mother and aunt both rolled their eyes at me for being a bit "creative" in my Haggadah reading. (Changing "forefathers" to "ancestors" just got me an eyeroll. Changing a "He" to "She" in a reference to G-d got me a hissed, "Hillary!") (Though, my mother added "in a galaxy far, far away" to a sentence that started with "Long ago," so really, who's being irreverent here?)
Passover food is difficult on vacation, as usual. Just went to a salad place for dinner. They had a special "Passover menu" posted. One of the items was caesar salad with matzo croutons and shrimp.
caesar salad with matzo croutons and shrimp.
Well, points awarded for trying to be accomodating. And then promptly taken away for being ignorant.
Well, my mother's been talking about what she's going to eat when we go to Maine tomorrow, and this list included steamers, because she can't eat fried clams during Passover.
Well, it's not kosher but if it's not a kosher restaurant it wouldn't be anyway. I had some shrimp today, myself, though I am observing the ban on leavened bread.
Probably not the best marketing choice, though. Limits your customers unnecessarily.
Ugg. The wild fires are putting a ton of crud in the air. Giving me a bit of ick. Blargh. The apartment is warm, but I don't want to turn on a/c or open windows and let in the crud.
Attention: Peanut butter toast is the best. Breakfast. Evar.
Yum. I like to add a bit of cinnamon sugar or sliced banana sometimes.
Sometimes I like peanut butter on toast dipped in hot chocolate.
I also like the occasional Peanut Butter and bacon on toast.
I don't go the full Elvis, tho.
P-C, the note about your uncle might've been a throwaway line, but your family making judgments on your life (and you feeling stress to adjust your life to decrease the tension)is a running theme, so I took it seriously.
You've got a good career going, and you're doing fine. But I am awfully serious when I say that real adulthood is being able to sit down with your family, eye to eye, and firmly assert your own agenda, not merely acquiesce to theirs. You've got a lot going for you, but you constantly undermine yourself because you view yourself through a family-tinted prism. Take away the kaleidoscope, be honest with yourself and it will work out.
