I am many things.
Nate Knox is now, somehow, someone’s fiancé. Sarah Whitson’s fiancé to be more specific.
<—- This gorgeous gal’s fiancé.
On the list of many things of which I am — awesome, quirky, creative, a Christian, imaginative, a writer (of sorts), calm, in love, comfortable, confident, introspective, considerate, an INTJ — I am not My Job.
I refuse to be My Job. I enjoy my job. I enjoy having a job. I will, however, not BE my job. What if I go in to work tomorrow (Friday) and my boss gives me The Speech.
BOSS Nate, you've seen the queue and the emails going around. Business is slow. Today's your last day at Thomson. Sorry. NATE Crap. May I use you as a reference? BOSS ....
If I hear that speech tomorrow, or ever, my identity’s knees are taken out. What would I, Nate Knox, have left to be other than… Unemployed …?
No. Oh, no, I will not leave Unemployed as my only option. If I allow my identity to be wrapped up and fully-encompassed in My Job, I am no longer be who I am.
Subscribing to this ideal does not limit my work ethic or potential in a career. I understand the standards and requirements of a heavily-involved career. This includes an appreciation for working from home and overtime, but again, I separate myself — my identity — from the job I have.
But Nate, what if this idea comes up in an interview? What if they don’t like it and they won’t hire you because of it?
Then I don’t want to work for that company/agency/person…ever.
(Update: As of 4/02, I am unemployed. The story is funny and really annoying, I’ll tell you sometime if I run into you. I thought of this post and now there’s another #HAPPO coming up. Good timing?)