Thursday, 2009 January 1 12:08 AM MST — Arvada, Colorado UNITED STATES
Okay, when I think back to the jobs that I've had in my past, there's aren't that many that I look upon with great delight. Sure, with my wicked sweet computer skills, I've worked at some wonderful places and some places that I don't care for at all. However, when I think of what my absolute favourite job was, I have to say that it didn't involve computers at all.
For a little over a year, I worked as an employee at a local noodle restaurant. Saying that I worked as an employee is about as specific as I can be without being too verbose. I really did a little bit of everything while I was there: washed dishes, waited on people, took orders, worked as a sauté cook… Since we were the slowest store in the chain, we really had a lot of time to learn how to do everything instead of simply specialising in a particular area. That meant that I learned how to cook.
As much as I did love food service, the pay sucked. Yeah, it was a nice job while I was in high school. Of course, there probably were some better paying jobs out there in food service that I could have had if I had looked for them.
Here I am now looking for a job that's just going to get me through the next five months until I go to graduate school. A job in food service seems to be something low commitment enough to abandon when the time comes to head to Nodak. The sad part is that it's making peanuts compared to what I could have be making if I would stick to an IT job.
Essentially, I've already come to a conclusion. Everyone always says to get a job that you love instead of a job that pays well. Well, that's good advice to live by, but I feel like I need a little bit of encouragement in this regard.
Encouragement? Anyone?
Quote to ponder: “All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.” — Aristotle
Currently reading…
Moby-Dick
By Herman Melville
Released on Saturday, 1851 October 18.
Currently watching…
Into The Wild
Directed by Sean Penn
Released on Friday, 2007 September 21.
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My name is Daniel. I do what any pissy, twenty-five-year-old child of the millennium does: I blog. I just kept doing out when it went out of style.
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