Girlfriend popped me this funny YouTube video knowing that I’m a job search addict. Every other day I browse career websites for new postings despite being already auto-subscribed to “writer”, “content”, and “communication” keywords. She even checked on me a while ago asking if I’m on Jobstreet.

Girlfriend thinks my problem is disposition, not the position I’m in. Greater tolerance for bad management, bad coworkers, and bad case of boredom should temper my work weariness. But my beef with my current full-time really is that it doesn’t provide me with career growth and the chance to contribute to something Bigger (than the corporate bottom line).

Shouldn’t this be remedied by my other commitments though? Sure the contract gig I have for Halogen at least provides me with new portfolio items. Grateful still that my two-hour per day Bank stint satiates my daydream of sociocivic involvement. However, the tedium imposed by cubicle life on the better part of my days, to be dramatic about it, drains my soul.

Then again there’s no stopping me from jumping ship - except that I have signed a training bond to the tune of around 4 pay slips from being sent to the US early this year. I’m waiting for January to at least halve this price tag on my freedom. What scares the shit out of me is devolving into this vicious cycle all over again after taking on a new job.

Now that’s time for rehab. Not!