Society’s Restrictions

I’m in deep thinker’s mode again lately trying to figure out what I want and where I want my life to be. To be honest: I have no idea, I’ve felt totally lost for some time already. I was thinking and trying to trace back when I started to have this feeling of uncertainty. I realised it was years ago when I was told that by law I no longer could do the work that I love so much and that I was forced to have a career change due to the results of an accident I had in combination with the perfectionist attitude which caused RSI.

This is the moment things went into too many different directions, I lost focus and I lost part of what was the creative me. I lost it because of the system in the Lowlands because of what politicians decide in The Hague. I was ‘officially approved disabled’ and if I would continue to do my work I would suffer the consequences: no compensation money. So I had to change career and became a System Operator and started an evening job teaching, passing on my knowledge to others, which I enjoyed very much.

The evening job turned into a day job and I moved away from being a Sysop because of this manager feeling threatened by the fact that a woman with a brain and looks too, knew more about technical stuff than he did. In order to satisfy his insecure machismo he felt the urge to pester me until I made a tiny mistake which -as we say in Dutch- led me to the guillotine even though I corrected it straight away he’d found something to complain about to the director who took his side so I quit the job: I have pride and dignity.

Teaching and giving support to people was a great way to stay linked to my former line of work and stay updated. I really enjoyed this work but it didn’t pay the bills and I didn’t get a well earned raise in all the five years nor extra hours and I felt extremely unappreciated and not valued by the board of directors. The reason why I stayed was because of the people I worked with, they made the job so much fun. Wonderful colleagues are priceless and some of them and some of the students are still part of my circle of friends.

Back to where I started.

I realised I never really completely let go of the work-that-I-wasn’t-suppose-to-do and because of that I became ‘unfocused’. I wanted to do what I loved most but on the side… So my CV changed and because of its diversity I’m now in a catch 22. Society needs to think in structures and grids, I no longer fit any of these structures and that’s what I have to face and deal with. I absolutely love design work but when I apply for jobs, they reject me because of the diversity of my CV and their narrow-mindedness and prejudiced views.

So I either need to focus one hundred percent on the freelance jobs or I need to start a ‘new career’ from scratch and if so… in what? I still have a Moleskine with a plan, perhaps it’s time to pick it up again, jot down more notes and make more sketches? I think I should let go of the grids from the past and start a new one and find some silly job just to pay the bills in the meantime until my Moleskine is full and I’m ready to visualise the new grid. Or until I’ll be getting more freelance work in…

Anyone needs a professional website or anyone you know? I’m really good at what I do!

Germination

Life has been hectic over the last 21 days. If I had a moment to myself I decided to go out for a walk and enjoy the weather or nurture my little project below (see slideshow). My head needs a break because I have too much on my mind. And I’ve been lacking the patience to share with anyone: I wouldn’t even know where to start…

I was able to get a few pressing things of my never-ending list of things to do. Last week I have been investigating 20.000 different kinds of insurances. Boy what a drag and how utterly time-consuming. I’ve managed to arrange it online but they probably need some kind of proof of my insurance in the UK so I’m still waiting for their reaction.

I was supposed to be in Amsterdam two weeks ago but I ended up having an official appointment that day. The same day I was rejected eight times in a row on eight different occasions because I’m over-educated, over-qualified and too much of a specialist in my field. Wow… I never thought thát would cause ‘problems‘…

So in the meantime I’m networking, done research online and look after my 80 year old mum who has bad arthritis (which is a day job at times!). I’ve finished the update of my business website and have a new assignment: a UK client dealing in artefacts from Africa wants me to design their ecommerce website which I started Saturday.

They use local artists and help them expand their business in Africa on a non-for-profit basis. I’ve set up the ecommerce system, manually added all the products to the database (this was a lot of work but much easier instead of using the slow software interface) and started the design. Deadline is by the end of this month.

My grandmother’s Noritake bowls from Indonesia

On the sixth of July I received the gift above: two Noritake soup bowls and saucers from 1947 which came all the way from Indonesia: they belonged to my grandmother. They’re in a beautiful pastel soft yellow with *of course* golden rims. I’m extremely happy with these! It’s a cool inheritance and fine addition to my china collection.

About my little project: I’ve planted two year old seeds… They’d been sitting in their pods for at least two to three years, facing storms, rain, hail, thunder, snow and even hard frost. I collected, nurtured and believed in them while others kept telling me they wouldn’t germinate. Well all they needed was love and encouragement.

I feel these seeds reflect my life at the moment I just wonder when it will be my time to germinate and flower. I’ve never been a quiter and I never will be but it would be nice to receive some love and encouragement when one needs it most!

© Zesty Gal, One day soon they’ll bloom! (move mouse over picture for navigation)