Opportunity Knocks This is basically my last semester of attending college full-time, and even though I won't graduate until December, the time has come for me to start looking for a full-time job starting in May. As of right now, I have a few legitimate options.
1) Take my old job back in Florida- For a variety of reasons, ranging from bad pay to my wanderlust, this is the ultimate last resort.
2) Move out to Colorado and crash with the Redhurt for a few months. On a scale of 1 to Kierkegaard, this would totally rock on the personal enjoyment side, although I would have to resist his fervent attempts to convert me from bar soap to the loofah. Jobwise, it gets a little sketchier. I don't have any offers currently on the table, so I have to go through the whole route of calling people who know people, sending resumes, talking on the phone, etc... to obtain a job.
3) Take an assistant pro job up on the Outer Banks here in North Carolina while working on building a golf school with one of my friends from college. Career-wise, this could be a totally sweet move and potentially much, much more lucrative (at least in the short run), although I'm sacrificing substantially on the personal side.
So, what's my move? I'll probably look into the Colorado area seriously for a few months while keeping the Outer Banks on hold to see if I can luck into some freak dream job, in which case I would get the best of both worlds. Regardless of where I end up, the whole thing still weirds me out.
Up until now, everything that I've done has been short term, preparatory, and largely out of my hands. In economic terms, the opportunity cost of decisions has been relatively small and inconsequential. Choose the wrong college/major/cell phone plan? Switch. The wrong internship? It's over in a few months. The wrong toilet paper? Wipe gently. Now, my decisions are much larger in scale, and come on a take-it or leave-it basis. Move to Colorado later? Too late, the baby got your room, come back in twenty years. Move to the Outer Banks later? Sorry, I already have a partner running the school with me. I'll let you know if he leaves.
Plus, I'm clairvoyant enough to realize that I don't want to be in the golf business forever. More specifically, I'm looking to start my own holding/investment company in a few years when I have some more experience and get some capital together. The sooner I get ahead in the golf business, the sooner I can get that capital and get out. Is money more important than relationships? Well... no, but I'm sick of being poor. Where should the line be drawn?
In conclusion- being an adult sucks.
1) Take my old job back in Florida- For a variety of reasons, ranging from bad pay to my wanderlust, this is the ultimate last resort.
2) Move out to Colorado and crash with the Redhurt for a few months. On a scale of 1 to Kierkegaard, this would totally rock on the personal enjoyment side, although I would have to resist his fervent attempts to convert me from bar soap to the loofah. Jobwise, it gets a little sketchier. I don't have any offers currently on the table, so I have to go through the whole route of calling people who know people, sending resumes, talking on the phone, etc... to obtain a job.
3) Take an assistant pro job up on the Outer Banks here in North Carolina while working on building a golf school with one of my friends from college. Career-wise, this could be a totally sweet move and potentially much, much more lucrative (at least in the short run), although I'm sacrificing substantially on the personal side.
So, what's my move? I'll probably look into the Colorado area seriously for a few months while keeping the Outer Banks on hold to see if I can luck into some freak dream job, in which case I would get the best of both worlds. Regardless of where I end up, the whole thing still weirds me out.Up until now, everything that I've done has been short term, preparatory, and largely out of my hands. In economic terms, the opportunity cost of decisions has been relatively small and inconsequential. Choose the wrong college/major/cell phone plan? Switch. The wrong internship? It's over in a few months. The wrong toilet paper? Wipe gently. Now, my decisions are much larger in scale, and come on a take-it or leave-it basis. Move to Colorado later? Too late, the baby got your room, come back in twenty years. Move to the Outer Banks later? Sorry, I already have a partner running the school with me. I'll let you know if he leaves.
Plus, I'm clairvoyant enough to realize that I don't want to be in the golf business forever. More specifically, I'm looking to start my own holding/investment company in a few years when I have some more experience and get some capital together. The sooner I get ahead in the golf business, the sooner I can get that capital and get out. Is money more important than relationships? Well... no, but I'm sick of being poor. Where should the line be drawn?
In conclusion- being an adult sucks.
posted by Justin at 7:39 PM 
7 Comments:
Let's be honest--no one tops redhurt. I don't see why you would "sacrificing on the personal side," though, if you went to NC.
Here's why-
In a typical day, golf pros drink, gamble, play golf, and pursue loose women. Normal dialogue is restricted to discussing topics dealing with the above or making jokes at the expense of fat/ugly/poor/other people. Consequently, when my entire local friend sphere consists of golf pros, my activities include playing golf, getting drunk, drinking while playing golf, gambling during all three, and fornicating when I don't have to work to get it.
I need to move somewhere where I can balance that out with... you know.. not being embarassed that I just read a book.
And those are all mandatory activities, on which your paycheck depends, right?
Practically, my job is to placate and satisfy the masses, so it is required that I commune with the plebes from time to time to establish credibility.
Examples of conversation that builds bonds between the commoners and I- "I got wicked drunk last night and probably picked up at least two strains of hepatitis."
Examples of conversation that alienates me from the commoners and most likely results in being burned at the stake or drowned in the attempt to discern if I am made of wood- "I find social constructionism as a means to explain reality vaguely unsettling..."
So, I am confused... how does drinking gambling, playing golf, and fornicating (while being a closet, card-carrying member of the intelligentsia) sacrifice anything again?
Well, I'd hate to be responsible for crashing your career as a lucrative member of the drinking/gambling/fornicating/fornicating-while-gambling-with-drinks community, but I think the spiritual, personal, and social benefits of being less spectacular yet happy in Colorado vastly outweigh the soulless world of money you might get elsewhere. But then again, I'm probably wrong, biased, and a hypocrite, because I'm living comfortably as a cushy programmer.
Just to clarify, that means I program cushies.
Your cushies are full of bugs.
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