I see myself working for a fine organization like this one, in middle management, but not in your job…
I see myself as a catalyst for something greater, something finer, something magnificent….well yes, I may still be here working here
I see myself as you might see myself. A satisfied worker, making people satisfied.
Happy…not so lucky:
I see myself being here…except on Saturdays. Yes, I still cannot ask this poor old body to drag itself in on a Saturday morning…if you know what I mean…
Not nearly Happy enough…
I see myself driving a Tesla through the French countryside while the people riot in the streets. What do you think? Of course. I see myself as gainfully employed, not out rioting in the streets over tacos, the water supply, and who is spying on me while I am on my laptop!
Certainly not Happy:
I see myself not sitting in front of you….not in front of a personnel manager…wondering why I have not been promoted to creative resources, where I could actually use my skills. No, I see myself as “maybe working at this company,” and then again, maybe not.
A bit more unhappy:
I see myself as a loser, stuck in a dead-end job, reciting euphemisms and cliches while people half my age get promoted to CEO of this frickin company. To answer your question, no, I do not see myself as being an employee after my 62nd birthday.
In ten years I see myself as manager of the local collective, working in the fields digging onions and sweet potatoes, living with my Asian wife in the provinces because I cannot afford to work here, I cannot afford to live here, I cannot afford to breathe here. The fact that you have to ask me this question, even though the most ignorant of workers would understand, tells me that you don’t get it, have never got it, and in fact lack the intelligence necessary to run this firm. I am, therefore, resigning, but not before taking my week-long promised vacation, which is noted on this directive signed and dated….
where do you see yourself in ten years?