Christopher had just returned from a long journey, he had been all over the world. He had seen things that were a mix of shock and delight from every place you could think of. But in the end, as with all things, it came to an end. He was back home now. Back in Australia. He had no money or job lined up, he was just going with the flow of things. Though, Christopher’s mind was adversely objectionable to the flow of things. He had worked jobs before, had hated them, but had performed well in the tasks each job had set out before him. He gained some satisfaction from the jobs, but nothing that could be described as a fulfilment of his personal ambition.
Christopher would look around to those that did find meaning in the workplace. They were forever stuck in an endless cycle of repeating the same task over and over again, until they had obtained a level of perfection with the task involved. They would then compete with their co-workers, stabbing each other in the back and pissing over each other’s graves. The roles that people fought for, well, Christopher couldn’t quite discern why they were fighting for them. It was Christopher’s viewpoint that society had imposed a cultural standard of success onto the minds of the masses, making a crater of their personal ambitions, leaving a hollow shell that could only be filled once ingratiated into the cult of success. It was either that, or most people never had personal ambitions in the first place, they had started without any goals. These were the people that workplaces loved, people who had minds like putty, that could be moulded in whatever way their superiors desired. Unsurprisingly, the very same type of person would also kill on command if they were told it was the right thing to do. Historically speaking: they had allowed for evil dictators to seize control and wage wars; largely lacked any ethical consideration; and were currently involved in a cult-like mentality of positive thinking.
Positive thinking, that really was the first step one took to gain entrance into the inner sanctum of success. Christopher attempted to envision what it would be like to be successful. Lots of people high-fiving each other, caught up in some insatiable orgy of human lust and holding power over all the others who yearned to be admitted into the inner sanctum. Well, that was one side of the coin. The other side told a different story. People who had gained access to the inner sanctum were master manipulators. The back stabbing and grave pissing didn’t end there. There was no prize of peace for the winner of the game because there is no winner, the game never ends. Once you enter that arena, there is only one objective and that’s survival.
It made Christopher want to throw up just thinking about it. That’s life. That’s what it means to be career driven. All these career driven people. Christopher’s thoughts could be summed up in one and a half words; ‘fuck ‘em.’ Christopher was looking for a job, not a career. There is a point of difference there. A career implies that you have a destination, you have that drive for success that all employers are looking for, you want to climb up the ladder of power. A job implies a level of detachment of your personality from your work role. A career implies that you are your job, that is your personality.
Christopher had applied for hundreds of jobs since arriving back in Australia. Then the phone call came.
“Hello is this Christopher?”
“Hi Christopher, this is Anne from employment solutions.” Chris couldn’t remember which job it was in specific relation to. “So tell me Chris, why would you want a job in this industry?”
He knew what they wanted to hear, the answer that would allow Anne to tick that box on the piece of paper she was filling out on the other end of the phone, “Well Anne, I don’t just want a job. I want a career…”