You walk into a bar and notice a guy with a cute, little, curly hair thing going on, and he’s ordering a drink. It looks like an expensive one, but you don’t want to look too hard at it or it’ll look like you’re confused by it. Nice. You eye him up, saucy. Do you give him the look, or do you wander over to the blonde number who just walked in? He’s standing over by the mirrors so the rest of the room can see him reflected 8 times more than you can. Jealous. Your attention is suddenly torn by the spicy ginger slouching by the piano. You imagine he sings you Elton John’s “Our Song” and you start to tremble.
Now you know you could make it work with any one of these hotties. Lets be honest. If they have the similar, basic values and their interests match with yours how do you pick?
Jobs are like Men. Or women. You can probably make it work with anyone really but how do you pick? Sometimes it’s hard when you know the field you want to get into, but not the specific job type.
There is no set, perfect job- just like there is no set, perfect partner. Polyamory could always be a pretty fun route to go down, in the same way being contracted to write for different magazines could be awesome. It’s not as sexy though. Probably quite stressful.
Screenwriting is the elusive man who seems to good to be true but you realise you just need to drop everything else and bow to his commitment issues. He’s clingy. He’ll take up all of your time. For some reason the path to becoming a screenwriter seems magical but I t’s just hard work. Just like every other job. I was on the train the other day and someone saw I was reading a book on writing movies and they started going “oooh making movies” as if I was reading a book on making potions out of cat’s heads. IT’S A VIABLE CAREER.
Until you manage to carve out the space for screenwriter, or reach that perfect marriage, there are other partners you could be equally happy with- if not more so! Journalism seems awesome. Journalism is like that brunette with the sexy fringe that doesn’t say much- instead she just looks at you from above her notepad with a chewed up biro.
Publishing may look over from across the room, with his cute round framed glasses and the blonde mop. He’s gorgeous, as well as sufficiently nerdy to never threaten adultary.
They’d all probably be equally satisfactory at delivering…job satisfaction.
So why not dabble for a few years in each, and see which one floats my boat the most? Have fun between the sheets of the job industry, and remain consistently picky in the dating world. That seems like a plan.