The Working Life

After 18 months of Graduate status, I have recently felt properly ensconsed in the world of Work. Unfortunately, like many of my fellow graduates, the work in which I am now involved with is nothing, not even remotely related to my degree, my hobbies or even anything I have shown past skills for. I work in Insurance. As do many, many people in this country. Many people all over going to work to talk endlessly about policies, car registrations and speaking in what I like to call 'insurance language'. "Mutual Clients" "Third Parties" "Liability" etc.

Now for myself, if you have been following my blog over the last few years, you'll know this is probably the very last thing I should be doing. However, living is expensive and I'm being sensible enough to recognise that I need to work to pay rent. I'm also sensibile enough to realise that this is not a 'forever' type of job, that I will not be here forever. I also have to keep telling myself this.

This got me thinking, of the amount of people in the country - the world - who go to work because they have to, not because they want to. It's all very well to think about the millions of unemployed, blah blah blah, but for those who have the job they need to keep, squeezing onto it because they can eat and keep a roof over their heads, they spent the majority of everyday somewhere they would rather not be. Not hating is neccessarily, but would simply, rather not be there. Where else would they rather be? Where else would I rather be? Holding a camera to my face probably.

I think it's sad. The whole world must keep turning by people. People turn the world, even if they don't like doing it.

Musn't moan - more claims to take. But to those who are lucky enough to be enjoying what they do, hold onto it. You don't realise how lucky you really are. Back to work...