So, the CDP turns 25 today (not the blog, the man behind the curtain). It got me to thinking, since I'm a couple of years ahead of him, about my life and my age (which I know I've been focusing on a lot these days. My apologies.) It's time for me to do something different, to take another direction. I don't know what it is yet, but I know it's time for a career shift.

I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, but this certainly isn't it. Don't get me wrong, my job isn't that bad. It's just not what I want to do. The point is, we all had dreams of greatness growing up. Some of us wanted to be rock stars, pro athletes, astronauts, superheroes, or firemen. Most of us wound up in a cubicle, willing to kill (or at least maim) for an office with a window. I consider myself fairly lucky. While I do occupy cubicle space, I'm in outside sales, so I get a decent bit of freedom. I'm expected to be away from my desk most of the time. However, I still have that digital leash we so fondly call a cell phone. It's not a bad job, and the pay is pretty good. Also, as far as co-workers go, my managers are awesome (and this is the first time I can honestly say that,) and my colleagues kind of rawk too.

However, I've been dissatisfied lately, and I just found out yesterday that my position is being eliminated in two weeks. They have decided that my territory is too small for two sales reps to work, and I'm the new guy. I can honestly say I'll miss the people I've worked with, and will try hard to stay in touch with a few of them. On the one hand, this couldn't have come at a worse time with me trying to buy a new house. On the other hand, I'm blessed to have some money set aside that I can live off of while I look for something else, and I'm still on the current payroll for two weeks. Don't expect me to set any sales records...or to actually even call on any customers. No, I'm going to use it as a paid vacation. And by "vacation," I mean running my white ass all over town dropping off resumes and filling out online applications. While it's sorely tempting to stay the course and apply for more positions in sales (I'm thinking doggy or reverse-cowgirl,) I'm also going to attempt to branch out into other areas. Hell, I majored in graphics at Clemson, I waited tables and mixed drinks for a few years, and I've been told I have great people skills. Add all of this up, and what is the logical conclusion? I think it's obvious. I'm going to be a samurai.

Actually, I'm toying with the idea of going back into some type of graphics field. We'll see. I truly have no idea where this will take me, but I'm optimistic. I knew deep down that it was time for a change, and my hand is being forced. Sounds like fate to me. As long as I don't wind up giving handjobs for five dollars in the men's room at the bus station, I think I'll be okay.

If you have any helpful suggestions, know any wealthy, lonely elderly women, or just want to poke me with a sharp stick, let me know in the comments section.