So what exactly is it you want to do?
When asked this question, honesty is likely not the best tactic.
I am usually a complete supporter of honesty as the best policy. For instance if I ask someone to watch my children I would much rather have an honest, “I do not like your children,” than to have one think that sentence silently but only say, “sure”. I appreciate the disingenuous individual’s intent to be nice and do a favor, but the end result is normally a resentful friend and my children subjected to an evening with an individual who does not like them. In such an instance, just say no. I appreciate an individual who says no; it means I can trust them when they say yes.
Sitting in a chair before a person of some power, evaluating me for possible employment or maybe just assisting me in gaining employment, I have been asked, “So what sort of work are you looking for exactly?”
Were I to be honest I would reply, “Anything that provides a paycheck and does not require me to perform tasks I despise.” That would be shallow truth. Make no mistake, it is truth. I have had one of the jobs I say I do not want and all involved would agree it was a mistake.
Deeper truth would be me expressing my desire to achieve some tangible but unnamed greatness that I have fooled myself into believing I am capable. Somewhere deep inside I have this nagging idea that I am capable of contributing to society in a way greater than a blip in mid-management or humbly bringing checks back to my wife and children after a day’s toil in cubicle fields.
I want to shove American society toward racial inclusiveness and crush the obstacles standing in the way of poor people’s pursuing opportunities for self determination. I want to write the next great American novel, paint a work of art worthy of a museum or maybe just mass popular consumption, and I want to play middle linebacker for the Bears.
I want to see every world capital. Istanbul, Jerusalem, Rome, Buenos Aries, Rio, Delhi, and Cleveland. I have this idea where I throw a dart at a map, where the dart hits becomes my starting point. Me and my friends then fly to that point spin a bottle, and hike 100 miles in that direction making as straight a line as possible, just for the experience of it. I also want to spend a month in Tonga playing rugby on a local men’s club. That one may need to be last on my list.
I have no desire to ride motocross, which for some reason makes me think I should at least try it, but do want to jump out of an airplane. I want to sail from Maine to Miami. I want to learn how to sail. I want to spend evenings at cafe tables having great conversations with my wife and Saturday mornings going out to breakfast with the whole family.
I don’t really want to be famous or rich, but I do want to live free from financial restrictions and be able to influence greater society.
That is what I want to do.
Sitting in a chair in front of a potential employer I can’t say all that. I have to say, “sure I’d love to watch your kids.”
8 thoughts on “So What Exactly Do You Want to Do?”
You’re not gonna do any of that. Not with those shoes.
Trad, this comment made me laugh. Now that he has a job, maybe he can afford to have you hook him up?
Hey, just be happy I was wearing socks.
LoL @ The Trad!
hear, hear! (said in a stuffy british parliamentarian voice – with wig of course)
Love the second image!
Great post! I turned forty in April, and I have been thinking about that question too.
I want a SAG card. I’m trying to get one by auditioning for local tv commercials.
I want to know what its like to be a husband and a father. And I want to retire in Newport, Rhode Island.
Good post Dalyn. Love the pictures too. 🙂