Working Girl

Oliver, looking quite handsome

September 2009

Some days, I wish I had a job that I found fulfilling. It seems horrible to complain right now, with such a high unemployment rate in the US, but...I'm going to anyways. It's not that I dislike my current job--I actually work with some great people. Some days though, I sit at work and think, "why did I go to college, if I was only going to make pennies for a salary?" And then I just keep going to school and getting more degrees, but I still don't know what I want to do, so I sit at my job and do all of the work that no one else wants to do. Next Tuesday I'll turn 26, and this definitely was not where I thought I would be or where I wanted to be, job-wise. I have to confess, I'm very afraid of getting to 30 and realizing that I've wasted my 20s on jobs that drained me, rather than jobs that I felt proud of and excited about...because really, the majority of my waking hours are spent at work, so I should love what I do, right?


I want a job that makes me think, where if I'm tired, it's because I've been working so hard on something that I'm passionate about. I want to be proud when I talk about my job, instead of feeling like I have to qualify it with, "well, I'm going to grad school, so that's why I've been an admin for the past few years." I don't know what to tell people when they ask what I'm planning on doing when I'm done with grad school, because right now, I can't see that far and when I try to look, it's all very fuzzy.



On a much happier note, the new Pearl Jam album is awesome, and I will see them in t-minus 39 days.