Saturday, January 8, 2011

Life Plans

Recently in interviews, I have been asked: where do you see yourself in one, five, and ten years from now? Initially, my brain's response is similar to:

mixed a bit with

because let's be serious here. First off, the question is only asked to get a sense of my goals in a 30 second interview blurb. Secondly, I have no idea.

Well actually I do. I know where I'd like to be in a year.


Also known as, hire me pretty please? Back to a state of semi-seriousness, that's about all I have on an idea where I'd like to be in a year. Five? Ten? Let me just back up and start laughing now as to where my life could be.

In five years, I will be 26. In ten years, I'll be 31. That's a long time from now, and geezes I'll be old. Somewhere in there is the time that Mother Nature and other factors start shouting BABY, MARRIAGE, 401K, DENTAL PLANS, SAFE SCHOOLS, and HOME OWNERS ASSOCIATIONS. I don't know about you, but Home Owners Associations are scary. There isn't much point to this rant, other than to confirm that I'm scared silly of the upcoming year, and especially time after graduating from RPI. The only other main point is to mock the ridiculousness of the question:
Where do you see yourself in ten years?

Yes, I am aware that some people are more organized than me. Yes, some are more focused and have this figured out. Currently, my one year plan consists of full-time employment, graduation and sanity. My five year plan is only outlined thus far in terms of paying off undergraduate loans. The ten year plan?

Hell if I know.

If nothing else fails, I have decided that I will marry a rich Swiss banker (or just some randomly rich dude preferably with a nice nose, smile and decent head of hair) through a montage of scenes involving my wit, charm, and endearing clumsiness he will be captivated by me. We will live in a chateau along the Swiss Alps, and since he will be so busy traveling, I will have six dogs to keep me company, as I will have nothing to do with my time other than purchase overpriced lingerie, decorate rooms according to books on the coffee table, and run around in song.

1 comment:

  1. I like your plan. Mine in similar except my husband will be a well-to-do Jewish businessman who loves to cook and care for our daughters and wants nothing more than to serve me breakfast sandwiches in bed before I begin my day as an officer of either Google, Facebook, or the successful software company I founded five years ago. Booyah.