Sometimes I find it hard to think of things that I want to blog about. I don't feel my life is particularly interesting enough (although it certainly has its days!). Sometimes I'm just at a total loss and don't have a clue.
I talk a lot about my job. I love my job, but I think it's more for the people than for the 'job satisfaction'. It's definitely more these two reasons than the pay level. I'm paid decently enough for what I do and it's more than the minimum wage but it's certainly not a pay I'd like to stay on for the rest of my life.
My biggest problem lies with the fact that I love my job, I know I'm good at my job, I'm quite well liked within my workplace and I'm fairly happy and settled. However I don't ever want to move up. I'm happiest working with the people, on the lowest level. I don't want to move up to eventually be a manager because I feel in my line of work that this is where all of the job leaves the job and the stress and paperwork just piles up. I don't think I'd cope too well with that.
My mum is forever on at me to try and work my way up or to perhaps retrain as a nurse, but again I feel nursing is becoming a paperwork oriented and highly stressful job. Where's the satisfaction there? Where's the utter joy from helping someone albeit with the most basic of tasks?
I know my mum and family are just wanting the best for me but sometimes I find it hard to try and talk to them to let them know I'm happy enough where I am for now. At the moment I like my job, I like the free time and freedom I get, I'm happy enough with my holidays and I'm pretty damn good at following my job role.
Maybe in the future ill want a more permanent or creative or easy going or harder working career, who knows. For now though I'm just grateful for the opportunity to be making a significant difference in the lives of both those I work with and those I support.
Makes all the bad days worthwhile!
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