sometimes my job is awesome.
i mostly interview people, which can get old. and then you ask a question like “so, where do you want to be in your career in five years?”
“five years? wow. i guess i’ll have to start getting my act together by then!”
i appreciate your honesty, but you might think about getting it together sooner if you want me to actually hire you. in any case, it made me laugh and i’ve told the story several times this week. turns out, most people hate being asked where they see themselves in five years. and most people (at least people i am friends with) don’t actually know where they want to be five years from now.
i don’t actually have a five-year vision for my life, either. i don’t know if this is what i pictured five years ago – but given i was 22 and already working in a campaign office, it probably isn’t too far off the mark. good job, self.
this actually made me think about a conversation i had with my dad last december when i was home for the holidays. my family wants be back in california like woah. and they know that boston is not exactly sunshine, lollipops and rainbows for me. my dad’s question, actually, was “don’t you think it’s time you stopped flitting around the country and got settled somewhere?”
yeah. “flitting” –verb (used without object)