I’m not going to complain about my job. I like my job. I am happy I am employed. But I’m allowed to dream, aren’t I?
I dream of one day be employed in a position that pays well for something I know for sure I’m really good at. That presupposes that I CAN be really good at something but I think well enough of myself to assume that part of the equation.
My dream goes something like this: I sitting at work figuring out the proper regression line to apply to term life insurance rates. As an actuary, I am WELL compensated for this type of thing and the fact that the company is making money makes me happy. Apparently deep down, I’m a company man through and through. I wouldn’t want to go into the health insurance field because that would make me feel guilty – having to jack rates every year just to make ends meet.
Anyhoo…I decide one day that I want to go on vacation so I put in for time off right away because I know I have enough money to do it and I know I have enough vacation time to do it and this is AT THE SAME TIME so I do it. Repeatedly. Over the course of a couple decades. Until one day I retire. Without worrying about money or the price of healthcare because all along I had enough time outside of work to exercise and stay healthy thereby keeping term life insurance rates down for everyone.