It’s been crazy at work ever since I moved to my new position. In some ways it is a promotion of of sorts; in responsibilities if not in rank or pay. And to top it off, my predecessor has left me pretty big shoes to fill. Not to cast aspersions on the guy, but I’m discovering rather painfully that his and my working styles are very much polar opposites to one another. His is a dynamic, seat-of-the-pants, fight-fire-now style that looks hghly pro-active, but with the rushing about, record- and book-keeping tends to fall by the wayside and on many occasions results in duplicated and/or wasted effort. I’d like to think that I’m more of a laid-back, slow and steady, with minimum wasted effort kind of guy. All this running and shouting, it gives me a terrible headache….
Motivator/De-motivator
I find myself feeling more and more unmotivated towards work as the years go by. The passion that drove me to this profession was, and remains the Sea, and to be told that I’ll be driving a desk for the rest ofmy career is enough to drive a man to despair. It’s not all doom and gloom though; looking back, I realise that I’ve been given opportunities and have been able to make a difference in the world; and the recognition for a job well done was well worth the effort. However, highlights like these tend to be few and far in between.
A Swordsman in Finland once said: “only prostitutes work for money”. And these days, I cannot but help see a glimmer of truth in that statement. Coming home from work these past few weeks, I sometimes feel as if I have been well and truely screwed-over. Perhaps one day I will follow in the footsteps of so many friends and colleagues to tender my papers and leave for greener pastures, but nothing so far has tickled my fancy and ignited my dreams.
For now, I’ll continue, if not for King and Country, then to pay the bills and to use my munificent pay-cheque to indulge in my hobbies of travel, gaming and swordsmanship.
