|Now, who's the poor bastard that I can delegate all my jobs.|
A person I know just got promoted from a middleweight writer to a top senior post in less than 6 years. And within those years, X never produced amazing work that is worth mentioning.
"I guess X is a very lucky person," said my supervisor. I kept quiet and thought long and hard about it. If that's the case, then I can do it as well. I mean, not to brag but I've done some decent work in the past as well.
While I don't chase titles, I do chase the moolah (money). After all, that's more important than titles; actually scratch that, I'm also keen on the title as well.
However, you can't win them all. Something's got to give; the only thing that we can latch on is either or. Simple as that.
To be honest, I've been quite lucky as well. My office is just next door and my wife works the building next. I walk to my office with my wife. I'm getting paid handsomely and I still get to go home at 6pm.
So, should I complain? I don't think so.
Yet deep down there's always that little nagging voice asking me "Is this it?"