Fruits of My Labor
Posted by Captain of the Poop Deck in buncha whining
So I just decided against working for Apple, which to some, including part of myself, may seem like a pretty dumb move. Getting paid extravagantly for work that so perfectly matches my aptitudes kind of makes me feel like I've totally and completely actualized in a capitalist framework. I'm pretty sure, though, that it wouldn't make me happy. It's strange to think, then, that using my aptitudes to the fullest extent that society values them doesn't necessarily make me happy. I shouldn't complain that I'm good at math, even though I pretty much hate it, except that I feel that by not using the skill to make a shitload of cash, I'm shortchanging myself somehow. What if I'm a better quality assurance engineer than I'll ever be a storyteller? Should I settle for what I'm recognized for being inherently good at, or should I open myself up to criticism and embarrassment by pursuing a fairly personal field about which I have limited proficiency, like filmmaking?
