So i’m moving back to NZ for a few months, taking a break, was in my last job for over 3 years, last 18 months i’ve hated the shit out of it. Planned on heading to Japan for a change up but the earthquakes sort of meant it was off the cards for a short while (I was due to go in March) so I stuck with the job… oh the job… been in that “industry” (finance) for the past 6/7 years for no reason other than someone offered me a role after uni and I snapped it up being a fresh face with no experience. It’s taken 6 years to fully realise I have no future in it, even though I got a decent promotion looking after the team and looked on track to go somewhere if I kept my head up, it was like holding a pent up spring in the palm of my hand for as long as possible, I don’t want to wake up 20 years from now thinking yay I held that spring for ages, now how are the things I actually care about? Spending 8 hours a day mastering stupid systems and knowing every little thing about nothing I will ever use in my actual life (and which gets phased out every 18 months anyway) is not just an exercise in futility but also some kind of fucking nightmare. I feel bad because I know how easy that money was compared to a lot of jobs that many people have little choice over but the way I see it is, I wasted so much of that money, because I wasn’t satisfied, I bought clothes I never wore, recently I bought 6 pairs of shoes… computer games that lie there still wrapped up, it’s not doing anyone any favours me being in that job, maybe now that i’m out it’ll open up a spot for someone who appreciates it. I don’t know why the fact I have a degree or experience in that kind of thing is necessary, sit anyone down for a week and they’ll understand “you know how to use a calculator?” (ok and maybe excel..) it’s primary school maths and common sense (though I have to admit to being stunned at some people that just don’t get it, but anyone with motivation..). It actually taught me some valuable lessons, so i’m grateful in lots of ways, and now i’m happy, assuming I don’t run out of money.
So now I have 5 months of living back in NZ, catching up with friends who have met and even become engaged to their girlfriends i’ve never met, doing a few things I want, studying music mainly, working off the last 6 months of a highly indulgent lifestyle and of course, taking photos.