Travel. Such a romantic state of being. A constantly fluid life, surrounded by new people, different tongues, delicious food, and wonderful sights. You come home, and people are so jealous. They want to hear about all of the incredible things you’ve seen, and they tell you how boring life at home has been. You’re a hero. Or at least you are the person that everyone else wishes they could be.
But then reality hits. You spent a decent chunk of change on that last trip. Budget traveler or not, just getting to your destination will cost a pretty penny. And what do you need in order to take more trips? More money. So you start to apply for jobs. You say you don’t care what you do, as long as it feeds your hungry bank account.
And you mean that. I’ve been a caregiver at a home for people with disabilities, a cook at a jail, a ranch hand at a camp, a warehouse worker, a stable hand at a boarding stable, and various other things. I’m not so hot at interviews, because I am honest. The conversation goes something like this:
Interviewer: “Why do you think this job would be a good fit for you?”
Me: “Because I need money so that I can travel, and this job provides a decent paycheck.”
Interviewer: “Hmmm…ok, where do you see yourself in five years?”
Me: “Hopefully in India. Or Africa. Or some other country. Heck, in five years, I probably will have been to several different countries.”
At some point, that honesty, combined with the fact that you are twenty-nine with a resume that looks like a piece of swiss cheese (“you have worked at seven places in the last five years, but none of those for more than three months?”) starts to work against you. You can really only get seasonal jobs, because the job is only two or three months to begin with.
Then even that is too much commitment. You don’t want to do grunt work while someone else tells you where to go, when to be there, what to do, and how to dress. You want to be able to drop everything and go anywhere that you please. You want to set your own hours. You do your best work between 11 pm and 4 am? Great. Do that and then sleep til noon.
That’s where I am right at this moment. Making the transition from swiss cheese resume to doing the things that I really love and hoping that I can make a business from it. We’ll see how this goes.