I had this fleeting moment of … not regret, but maybe its first cousin, longing…today. I was walking through the plus15 system (for non-Calgarians, it’s a maze of indoor walkways, fifteen feet above the ground, that join the many office towers and buildings downtown. We never have to go outside! See also, the film, waydowntown), tromping along from a meeting in my jeans and hiking boots, messy ponytail swinging. I walked past all of these well-dressed, important looking businessfolk, and I had this strange glimmering feeling of longing, a holdover from my business school education.
I know I should be grateful, because I’ve been saved from the mundane 8-5 workplaces that one of my friends likens to being “stuck in a Beckett play”. I do something that I enjoy and find meaningful. But 4 years of having greed and capitalism hammered into your skull takes a while to wear off- I still read the Financial Post. (In secret…) I dream about week-long business trips and conference calls, 3 weeks of vacation and a salary that is well out of the first tax bracket.
But at what point am I going to cave? Cash in, sell out, whatever you want to call it. When will meaningful work and job satisfaction give way to an expense account and an executive dress code- and if it does, will I ever truly be happy?
Oh, the trials and tribulations of the New Grads.
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