I really like my job. Its interesting, even fascinating. I feel like I help people. I use skills that I learnt in my degree. I am well respected, and to some extent a semi-expert. I get on well with all the people that I work with and I have an excellent relationship with clients. I am paid the fair market rate (give or take) and it is sufficient to live on.
Its not however, the most lucrative career I could have chosen. I could make considerably more money now if I worked in a different field. I’m not career driven either. I am one of those people that prefers to do rather than manage. The financial aspects of my job always make me feel a bit sick – I am not cut out to hold the purse strings.
One of the best ways of getting ahead in my career is to move companies every couple of years, this is certainly the route to greater financial reward. This is not for me, it took me a long time to become comfortable in the company that I work for, and I do not relish doing that again.
Because I could make more money, I sometimes feel like a failure. It is unlikely that I have the earning power of many of my fellow personal finance bloggers or friends that I went to uni with. I have always felt that at least one of my parents is a little disappointed that I have ‘settled’ and am not so ambitious. My choice of career has also compromised the place that I live in. I cannot afford to live the life that I really want, in the city that I really love, so I live the life that I want, in a city that I like.
Life is about possibilities and choices. I didn’t think that the choice that I made in my early twenties would be so rewarding and yet somehow restricting several years later. If I could do it all again, I would as I am happy, and yet…
- where you live affects how much money you have
- it doesn’t matter what you study at Uni
- cameraderie and one upmanship