Some days I just feel like deleting my LinkedIn account. I check it once or twice a week by now. I haven’t deleted it because you never know where the next gig will come from, and you don’t want to cut off any streams of income, no matter how dried up.
It’s “recommended” jobs make no sense and are so off target it could be considered comical. Tragicomical. Irritating. Frustrating.
Then it’s the smugness of some of the “we who have got healthy careers”, and the ones looking and trying really hard any which way. Networking, interacting, writing quality content regularly – and still getting nowhere.
It’s like two worlds rubbing up against each other and the divide is painful to observe.
I wish I could pinpoint what it is but I can’t. I only feel it, and it feels off and makes me feel sick to my stomach.
I also wish I could just dismiss it as “just not for me” and move on.
So many of my friends are looking for work too. Sending out tons of applications. Hundreds of applicants for every position going; everyone of us looking for meaningful work that pays a living wage. We shouldn’t have to fight for it, that’s just not right.
Bringing your own ideas to the table in the absence of viable employment, there are so many things I COULD do… Locally and otherwise. What stands in the way is the bl**dy relentless marketing required to possibly gain traction.
It’s like when you vow to run a marathon or cut your hair off to raise money for charity.
I’m doing the damn training and running/lopping off my hair; on top of that I have to convince people to part with their money, AND chase them down after and sweet-talk them to actually pay up?
Clearly I haven’t got the necessary right connections to get a foothold. It’s NEVER what you know, but WHO. And above all, who knows you.
You could be one of the best violinist in the world and still struggle to make a living if your options were reduced to busking, as a social experiment organised by Washington Post back in 2007 showed, when Joshua Bell played incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, two days after filling every last seat in a theatre in Boston, where ticket prices averaged $100usd.
You can be outstanding at your art but without being able to reach the right audience, timing, and recognition, it’s darn hard to make money off your art.
“Gods don’t like people not doing much work. People who aren’t busy all the time might start to think.”
Quote from “Small Gods” by Sir Terry Pratchett.
You could replace “Gods” with “politicians” or “people with a lot of questionably acquired money” for a thought experiment…
I wanted to add something else about observing one of my “superpowers” intensify recently, but I don’t know how to put it into words. Feeling energies and vibrations from…a lot. Airplanes passing overhead, documents (handwritten, available online), and so forth. I don’t know what to do with it or make use of it, but maybe that will come too? Is it a superpower if it has no clear use tho?
#Making a living
#Launching new ideas in a conservative society
#F’kin exhausted already
That’s true, all well and good, but in this world we all need money too, to eat, to keep a roof over our heads, blah blah blah. You know. Later.
Over and out,