To run where the brave dare not go
So it is another Monday morning. The one after the World Cup final, where a group of men got to fulfil their dream of participating in the biggest sporting event on earth. It makes me wonder how many of them had that dream as they kicked a can around the streets of their home town? And it makes me think back to my dreams as a child.
No we know for a fact that no-one wants to work in HR as a kid. Well, we know that any kid who says they do is taken away to a dark place and becomes just “one more statistic”. No, as kids our dreams are more carefree, more open and let us face it……….more bloody enjoyable.
Ellison over at Humane Resources has been talking a lot about her search for “The Job”. Now she is talking about her search for the perfect role in HR, but what about the perfect job in total? There are a lot of jobs that I am suitably qualified for, body double for Brad Pitt, chief taster for Berry Bros. not to mention leading goal scorer for England! But I don’t think I should limit myself to the achievable….I want to think big, to think like a kid.
And I keep coming back to it. The God’s honest truth is……… I’d like to be a farmer. Now before you start banging on about hard work, up, early, muck, low prices, blah blah blah……this is a free dream thingymajig. I could go telling Ellison a billion reasons why I would rather stab my eyeballs out with blunt crayons than go back into HR. But am I? Ok….don’t answer that…….I mean ….am I telling her that TODAY? No. And let’s face it, there is a lot in common between the downsides to farming and working in HR……
Sure it probably won’t happen, but it doesn’t hurt me now does it? Having a dream job is no bad thing in my opinion. If you have one, no matter how big and you feel like you want to share it. I’d like to hear. And I won’t mock. ‘Cos I’m good like that.