You know, there are jobs out there. Lots of them.

The hard part is finding something you want to do. I think I need something new. I just don’t know what yet.

I was thinking about sales today. You know, it takes someone special to do it, because you never really accomplish anything. Even when you reach the number for the quarter or whatever, it’s irrelevant – as soon as the quarter ends it’s back to square one, zero in the bank and who gives a shit if you made it last quarter, because last quarter doesn’t matter.

It’s financially rewarding, but not mentally or emotionally rewarding for me. I suppose that’s why a lot of the guys who are in sales are big, big sports fans and former athletes – it’s the same mentality you need to go out and win the big game, knowing that next week it’s the same dilemma, and your performance this week only matters if you perform next week.

I don’t know if I’m the kind of person who can go out and win the big game since every game is the big game and winning this one doesn’t mean shit once it’s over. ‘Cause, you know, it’s just a game.

But it’s not.

About Kevin Sonney

Kevin Sonney - who, contrary to popular opinion was NOT raised by wolves - grew up in central North Carolina. He fell into the technology field by accident in 1991, when he gave up the wild and crazy lifestyle of an on-air AM radio DJ to become a mundane technical support monkey. The technology industry has never really recovered from this. Kevin has worked for such names as IBM, Red Hat, webslingerZ, and Lulu Technologies (we won't mention the ones that didn't survive the experience). He currently works as a Linux Administrator for Apptio. In his spare time he rescues stray animals and plays video games with his two sons. His wife, we're sad to say, helps him get past the really hard bits. Kevin is still not very mundane, he just got better at hiding it.
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1 Response to meh

  1. ferociousbcycad says:

    I actually think about this more than you might expect. I call it the paradox of sport–that you have to play as if all existence will come to a halt if you fail, and then, if and when you fail, you have to get back up and do it again. I think this is one of those life-lessons I missed out on by rejecting organized sports back in H.S. But sometimes I wonder if really embracing that contradiction is healthy or not. *shrug*

    Zen koans. Can’t live w/ ’em, can’t shoot ’em.

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