Another Job Bites The Dust

So I got myself a new job last month. And then quit it today. I lasted three working weeks, which sounds like a short period of time, but is actually even worse than it sounds. It was a one-day-per-week job, meaning I went in for three days. Actually, two days plus one hour.

Believe it or not, this isn't the shortest length of time I have lasted in a job. My record still stands at two hours. Yes, you read that correctly: hours. It was a casual waitressing job back when I was a full-time student and I began my first shift with the best of intentions. It's just that once I started, I realised everyone there seemed to be my boss. One person would tell me to do something, then someone else would come along and tell me to complete another task. Then another and another and another until I threw my hands up and said, "I QUIT!" (Although I did go back the next day to pick up my pay cheque...).

This talent (let's call it that to make me feel better) doesn't just apply to work. I remember trying an aerobics class once. Within about a minute, I realised how uncoordinated I was and decided a fast-paced choreographed class was not my thing. So, as soon as the teacher turned around again, I ran out the door.

All of this might make me sound flaky, but I'm not. Honestly. When I take to something, I am really loyal and committed.

I held my main part-time job whilst studying (at KFC... revolting, smelly and messy) for three years, sticking it out to pay my way in the world. Like the time I asked my parents if I could go to Bali, at age seventeen, with a friend and her parents. Mum decided I could go if I could save up the money myself. No worries. I worked every hour I possibly could - four nights a week plus weekends, during Year 11 - and saved every cent. It turns out that Mum didn't really want me to go to Bali; she thought it would be impossible for me to save up enough. Never underestimate the determination of a teenager with a life dream to travel, having her first possibility so close she could smell it.

After studying, I then stayed in my first full-time job for almost nine years. I started in a horrible, easy, boring role and worked my little bottom off until I was running the whole country from that place. Oh, hang on, I think I'm getting a little carried away; I ran the H.R. side of things, anyway.

See? I can stick to things. When I want to. And when I don't want to, it's over as soon as that thought hits my mind. I just make really fast decisions.

The other possibility is that perhaps, as a mid-1980 baby, halfway between Generations X and Y, I'm a little confused. Sometimes I need immediate gratification, am impatient and have to get to where I want to be fast (Gen Y), while at other times I work hard, prove myself and stick with it until I am finally rewarded, like a Gen X-er.

Whatever the reason, I've decided I'm done with this post. Bye.