Monday, June 23, 2008

Backblog: September 7th, 2007. I need to get a CIST removed...

Well, it seems as though I may be without a job soon. I'm not sure yet of course, but with the mortgage industry the way it is my company has already started to let people go. We have had assurances in our segment of the much-segmented company that our jobs are not at risk, but with the almost total lack of significant work we've had over the past week it doesn't look like they're taking in very much business. I feel though, that because there are two of us working on one state that they might be having the "lunch" with one of us. For the uninitiated, the "lunch" is our supervisors' way of letting us know we have no job, in public, during a normal workday.

If it does come down to me or my compatriot, I'd almost certainly volunteer; I've known from the beginning that this job was temporary, and certain strains on my finances over the last few months has convinced me that I need to find something a little higher-paying. It's not that I dislike the company that I work for - in truth most of them are consummate professionals - it's that I don't like the work that I do for the company. It involves quite a lot of customer service, which means quite a lot of dealing with people, and those of you reading this who know me know also that I have very little patience for the human race in general.

This does offer me the chance to risk going into business for myself, of course. This idea has been playing on my mind quite a bit lately, especially since I recently took a "Career Interest Satisfaction Test" which I will refer to from now on as a CIST. When I got the results of my CIST yesterday I was astounded, and not even the slightest bit surprised that for my (how did the chap that I e-mailed put it? "Peculiar") interest type that there were no job suggestions at all. Not one. None. And here I thought having a CIST would be a boon and not a burden! The customer service desk suggested that I try to customize a career to fit my needs. That's funny, because I could have sworn that I paid them good money to help me figure out what that could be! He also suggested that I look into the recommended careers of some similar interest types. Do you know what those were? Computer programmer. Software engineer. Sketch artist. Creative writer. Musician. And probably lots of other things that I've already tried, grown disparaged of, and wasted thousands upon thousands of dollars trying to pursue. They could've just told me that my CIST was malignant...
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