Somewhere around age twelve....if you'd asked about a profession....I would have said that I'd like to be a postal guy (as my dad). Again, there was something about just driving around all day and just handing out mail. That lasted maybe a year.
Around age fourteen.....if you'd asked about a profession....I would have settled on being a writer. I'd been introduced to John Steinbeck and felt it was something that I could easily do. For around three years....that would have been the response.
Somewhere around the end of 1976, I saw the writing on the wall with school ending and having to do something....and latched onto the Air Force. I had zero ideas when I was in front of the recruiter, but ended up picking civil engineering. A year into this profession....I kinda realized that it was ok but I really didn't get much out of this. It was great to be outside all the time but the thrill of jackhammers and hot asphalt just didn't appeal to me.
Sometime around around 1980, I was told by my boss to find a career that really interested me and challenged me for the future. I picked intelligence. I went off to the Air Force school and for around ten years....kinda felt at home in the profession. Everyday was different and you felt a fascination over events that occurred.
Around 1990, I started to lose some interest in the intelligence business. By 1993, I'd gotten into the systems business. I became this jack of all trades---master of nothing guy who trained on software, ordered equipment, did the logistical side of IT, and talked to frustrated customers.
When I retired from the Air Force in 1999....I came to be this planner. I would examine issues and plan out a strategy to fix problems. And for almost twelve years.....this was my core function in life.
In January, I packed up and moved to the Pentagon and became this operations guy....lead a band of merry men through some disfunctional "forest" (the basement of the Pentagon). Everyday was this emergency of the day where you had to find the root of a problem and take five steps forward....only to discover you needed to take four steps back by the end of the day.
So I'm thinking a new job is in my future. For a fifty year old guy.....it's a challenge. I can't go and become a scientist or propane salesman. I can forget about working for Windex and trying to be a developer for the company. Selling cars is out.....as is getting into the minster business because I'd just tell you to get a life and be happy.
I probably could be a school teacher but I'd toss out the recommended curriculum of the state and go back to basics....then demand the punks find respect somewhere in their guts before entering the classroom.
I probably could go and work for some newspaper....but they'd probably put me out to handle garden shows, high school football games and taser battles between retirees.
I probably could work for the parks and recreation system of some town.....but I'd shut down vast operations because only a couple of folks were using them.
So it's a process now. I need to move on.