You might call this an emergency, WTF-am-I-doing-with-my-life book. Or, a let’s-not-commit-suicide-at-work book. Or, a dear-baby-jesus-how-did-my-job-turn-out-to-be-such-a-crock-o-sh*t book.
It’s for the people who feel lifeless, uninspired, burnt out, confused, restless, crazed, uncertain, frustrated, and really can’t stand one more minute working a job they hate while barely scraping by and wishing death upon the chipper 18-year-old intern over by the copy machine. (Mostly because her nails perfectly match her outfit and WHO HAS THE ENERGY FOR THAT, ANYMORE?)
It’s part story, part advice, part inspiration, part workbook and part kick ass to help you explore and evaluate modern career options apart from just another traditional corporate job. For the ones who would love the freedom to work from anywhere. For the ones who are intrigued by the idea of online entrepreneurship. For the ones considering striking it out on their own. For the ones who are interested in taking their income and their career satisfaction into their own hands.
Do it for yourself. Do it for your family. Do it for your fucking soul.
( take THAT, children / spouse / boss / life / angry neighbor / needy puppy / Angelina Jolie )
Lexi is a mom of three who’s content with her life overall (her walk-in closet is BANGIN’), but feels like she somehow lost herself in the process of getting married, having kids, and now being a wife / parent / daughter / sister / friend / neighbor / martyr and every role under the sun EXCEPT for the most important one of all: Caretaker of herself.
For a long time now, she’s put her own needs on the back burner, and always figured one day she’d “get around to” rebooting her career—or even a hobby, at this point—but as more time goes by, the more exhausted and overwhelmed she feels. How can she take time for herself when there IS NONE? How is she supposed to get her life back when she can’t even get a minute to poop? She needs a change, and soon. But HOW?
Ava’s dream is to travel the world—ideally working as a videographer for Anthony Bourdain hopping around nibbling pig snouts—but her job keeps her strapped to a desk, and she has to use her measly one week vacation to go home to visit her parents. (Not that she has to, but, you know.)
Ava feels like life is passing her by as she stares at the same screen, at the same desk, doing the same uninspiring job, over and over and over and over again. Lately she’s been dreaming of volunteering in exotic lands, making friends from around the world, and doing something interesting with her life. Alas, bills don’t pay themselves. So for now, she’s relegated herself to her day job (“it is what it is”), always telling herself that “someday” she’ll figure it out. For now, though, she’ll just “try to be grateful.” <—And this is when she gags.
Violet spent her twenties working odd secretarial jobs—even though she has an English degree, and secretly always wanted to be a writer. You know, like HEMINGWAY HOT.
The thing is, she couldn’t get a job in publishing, or even at the newspaper, (or even that scammy “marketing” agency) so in order to make ends meet, she just sort of “fell into” her admin job. But…she dreads it. OH, does she dread it. And she’s been doing it for way longer than she planned. It’s not that the work is particularly challenging, but that’s half the problem. She knows she’s wasting her potential—she’s even embarrassed to tell anybody what she does—but she has no idea how to get a job in anything else, especially since now her resume is full of administrative jobs. Unless she wants to become a career secretary, Violet knows she needs a change, and soon. But HOW?
For the record, I hate being a high-pitched squealing bear hugger. I wish I could walk up to people all cool, calm,… https://t.co/R2f6Oa73DD
Off to see the wizard, AKA my brilliant UK editor @LucyOates1, who I hope is wearing ear plugs, because WE'VE GOT A SQUEALER, FOLKS.