In Which He Has a Change of Heart
I got a letter from Procter & Gamble this morning, inviting me to complete an application for a position with them as early as next week.
I feel really weird about it, though.
I mean, I've been looking forward to this since high school - you know, the multibillion-dollar-worth-companies-offering-you-jobs even-before-you-graduate-from-university kind of experience. In fact, I think the prospect of this happening to me is what actually enticed me into getting into this hellish, impractical course of mine in the first place.
And well, now that I've actually attained what I theoretically worked my ass off for the past three-and-a-half years, now that I'm actually here - I find that I'm not as excited as I think I should be. It didn't even make me smile; hell, I don't even feel anything special about it.
I know that I'm at great risk of sounding like an arrogant, ungrateful asshole again, and I also know that hundreds of people would sell their left testicles or ovaries for this kind of opportunity, but I simply don't know what direction to take with my life after I graduate.
Part of me wants to continue with this - I mean, I am a marketing-oriented person after all, and P&G is the biggest consumer goods company in the world - but look how my summer-long stint with the second biggest consumer goods company in the world turned out.
Several other parts of me want me to go somewhere else - the pharmaceutical industry, for example, where I can leverage on my dad's name to get to a high-up position rather quickly; I'm also considering further studies in law, which several good friends of mine are encouraging me to get into. I just honestly don't know, and I'm sure you'd have to agree that it's kind of too late for me to rush head-long into decisions that I might just regret later on.
What do I actually want?, you may ask.
To tell the truth, I want to either be a travel writer for Lonely Planet, or just recently, a Vice President for Disney International. That would be heavenly.
What should I do?
I feel really weird about it, though.
I mean, I've been looking forward to this since high school - you know, the multibillion-dollar-worth-companies-offering-you-jobs even-before-you-graduate-from-university kind of experience. In fact, I think the prospect of this happening to me is what actually enticed me into getting into this hellish, impractical course of mine in the first place.
And well, now that I've actually attained what I theoretically worked my ass off for the past three-and-a-half years, now that I'm actually here - I find that I'm not as excited as I think I should be. It didn't even make me smile; hell, I don't even feel anything special about it.
I know that I'm at great risk of sounding like an arrogant, ungrateful asshole again, and I also know that hundreds of people would sell their left testicles or ovaries for this kind of opportunity, but I simply don't know what direction to take with my life after I graduate.
Part of me wants to continue with this - I mean, I am a marketing-oriented person after all, and P&G is the biggest consumer goods company in the world - but look how my summer-long stint with the second biggest consumer goods company in the world turned out.
Several other parts of me want me to go somewhere else - the pharmaceutical industry, for example, where I can leverage on my dad's name to get to a high-up position rather quickly; I'm also considering further studies in law, which several good friends of mine are encouraging me to get into. I just honestly don't know, and I'm sure you'd have to agree that it's kind of too late for me to rush head-long into decisions that I might just regret later on.
What do I actually want?, you may ask.
To tell the truth, I want to either be a travel writer for Lonely Planet, or just recently, a Vice President for Disney International. That would be heavenly.
What should I do?
posted by Jonathan at 8:32 PM
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