Pursue a Lifestyle, Not a Job

Pursue a Lifestyle, Not a Job.

This is the perfect explanation of what I want out of my life. I hate the thought that I HAVE to get a job just because. Well, I would actually want a career and not a J-O-B. Just a matter of the one I would want and enjoy and LOVE!!


Careers and INFPs

I have just finished reading an article on eHow (http://www.ehow.com/list_6531787_jobs-infps.html) about jobs for INFPs. If you’re unfamiliar with this personality type, it stands for Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceptive. Whenever I take the Myers-Briggs, I flip flop between being an INFP and an INFJ. Either way, I have the introverted Intuitive and feeling thing down! In short, one is considered the Protector and one is a dreamer.

I tend to be more on the dreamer side except when I am really passionate about something, family being one of them.

I tend to have a way of thinking where if I have a thought about how I want a certain situation to turn out, that’s exactly how I expect it to go. We all know that rarely happens! But I get caught up in thinking about things and am gung-ho about it. 

For example, I have been learning about building homes that are more non traditional for the US such as sandbag homes. To me that looks like something really great to do. I think that I would like to have the experience of building my own home, owning my own land, planting a garden, and relying as little as possible on outside sources for the things I need. One reason I feel this way is because of my lack of work and resources needed to sustain the typical American lifestyle. 

Protector would come in because I would actually like to make enough to pay my bills and help my mother and sisters if they need some help. I have taken in a friend in need when she had nowhere to go. 

The way things are going in the business world, or rather the world in general I guess, is that people love the extrovert. That person that is outgoing and loves to be in the middle of it all. The people that can think on their feet.

I’m nothing like that. I need to be able to come up with a solution to things after I have had the chance to think about what is needed and what could be the outcome. I don’t mind being around  a few people but a large group is another story.

When talking to people, I’d rather let them initiate the conversation. I enjoy listening. I can jump in when I need to.

How do you know where you going if you don’t know where you’ve been?

So, this post is really just a backtrack of the jobs that I have had. The longest for 3 years.

My very first job was when I was 16. I worked at Captain D’s for a little over year I believe. I then went to work at Blimpie’s. That was a serious flop. Lunch time crowd, fast pace, I am not a fast person, at much of anything. But after that I worked at a movie theater working concession. It wasn’t that bad. Cleaning, working with cash, good coworkers. Unfortunately, no car and got off of work after midnight most nights. 

Note: I don’t do well when I have to work at a very fast pace.

I went off to school for a year. After I returned, I went to work for Convergy’s, a call center. It was alright while doing the Motel 6 project, but once they started up AT&T that was it for me. I then went to work for the USPS at the Remote Encoding Center where I did data entry work. I didn’t mind it really but I just couldn’t stay awake! Typing was the only sound you could hear and even with my headphones on I just couldn’t keep up.

NOTE2: Production work has not been good for me either.

I left there and returned to school for computer programming. I catch on to things fast and all the tests were repeats of the classwork, word for word! Needless to say, I did very well in math and English.  COBOL was awful! Java and C++ were also. 

Anyway, I may have the order mixed up but I went to work for a temp service doing more data entry. I just checked the images against the documents and entered the information which didn’t come in very clear. I went from there to another company where I did more data entry along with sorting claims. OMG!! That was the worst!! But I did develop a crush on a coworker..lol.

I worked for another temp at an insurance company delivering interoffice mail for 6 months after that one. Got laid off from that position but was then put into another position very soon after where I was working in the Department of Human Services office. 

I honestly enjoyed that position for the most part. I directed clients to the correct areas, then I may be working downstairs answering phones. Later I may go back upstairs where I would make copies of documents and enter some information into the system. Later, I was taught how to do intake. Unfortunately, the state was on a hiring freeze. I was laid off.

NOTE3: I like variety.

It took a long while before I found another job. In the mean time, I drove an ice cream truck, a cab, and went away to learn how to be a truck driver. 

I never did get how to drive a stick. Floating gears and all that. Just so much that I just didn’t get down. I left that and returned to school. Didn’t work for quite a while afterwards. Just took care of home.

I finally got a job in 2006 that I stayed at for 3 years. If I had known then what I know now I might have stayed. Good thing, though, is that I did get my Bachelor’s degree. Bad thing, I’m looking for a job!! I’m tired of looking for a job!! 

I don’t interview well at all! 

Sorry, bout that..lol

Anyway, another temp. position. Just going from school to school trying to get some information. I was working for a company where the students from Title I schools were given free computers so that they could be in a tutoring program. Needless to say, I couldn’t get some of those computers back. I couldn’t get the forms returned from the parents and the schools couldn’t verify contact info.

I did the best I could though. I think I had 3 that just weren’t going to act right, the others everything was okay. So 3 out of 10..I think I did well. 

i then went on to work at company where I did personal care for the elderly. Unfortunately it worked out that I only had about 8 hours a week. I left there and went to a class for my CNA. I completed the class but did not get the job so I returned to the previous job. I was given a position in the assisted living center. Unfortunately, most of the clients that were there should have been in a nursing home!

I did my job though. I stayed until I couldn’t take it anymore. One person, 20 clients…no.

So, I went on to work for another temp agency over the holiday season. Standing 10 hours on concrete packing boxes. Remember Note 1? Yea, the company wanted a production rate of over 75% on a consistent basis. I had my first write up the second day.

You can see where this is going.

I have now been out of work and turning in applications and resumes since 12/28/2012. 

And so, we have this blog.

Longest post ever!!!

I may not communicate verbally much but written on the other hand!

I have been sitting here thinking about some things that I have done in the past that may lead to a career and one thing that I haven’t consider is writing. I have written several short stories over the years.

My first story that I wrote was when I was about 10 years old. Unfortunately, I don’t remember it or have a copy of it but I believe it was pretty good. Afterwards, I wrote several other stories which were of the erotic nature. I pretty much wrote one a week, sometimes more.

The thing about being a writer though is it scares me. What if I can’t come up with something?

What if I’m not really that good at it? How do you even get started? What if I don’t like it?

On the other hand….

What if I am good at it? What if I like it? What if I love it? How do you know if you haven’t even tried it seriously?

I may have to add this one to the list.

Any writers out there with some advice?

TV is junk food for the mind!

While I’m trying to discover what I enjoy I have decided to take some time to do some reading and turn off the tv (except for that one show I HAVE to watch once a week).

I have found that when I return to reading more, I rediscover that my vocabulary is larger than I thought. My brain seems to turn on where usually I feel as if my brain is empty. 

Either way, last night I started reading Napoleon Hill’s book Think and Grow Rich. I’ve only gotten up to chapter 3 but it is a good read. I’ve seen and heard of this book several times but I always neglected to pick it up. Maybe I just had to be in the right frame of mind and ready to accept what is in the book.

Before I started reading it, I also read an eBook which was also interesting. I’ve come to the realization that I need to meet more people. My offline social circle is non existent. I have to somehow break out of my shell and try to increase my verbal communication skills. 

Many times I feel that I really have nothing to say about a lot of things. I could be wrong. It could just be that I don’t have the knowledge to have an opinion about some things and so how could I have an opinion about something of which I know nothing.


What do you want to be when you grow up?

At one point in their life everyone has been asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Do you want to know what I said? Not a nurse. 

I didn’t exactly know what a nurse did back then but both my sisters wanted to be one. So I, being the one that never wanted to do what everyone else was doing, knew that I didn’t want to be one. 

At that time, I had been introduced to computers. This was the ’80s. I thought that I wanted to do something with them when I grew up. What? I had no idea.

Before this question was posed to us, I had wanted to be a teacher. During the summer while we were outside playing all I ever wanted to play was school and I wanted to be the teacher. Needless to say, no one wanted to play that game very much!

I enjoyed learning and I still do. For fun I would pick up a textbook and do the problems. I would read something and answer the questions in the back. In school, I felt we didn’t have enough homework!!

Well, somewhere I started seeing how teachers were treated. I saw how students behaved. I knew then that teaching may not be my calling.

So, the journey begins!