The Job Hunt

I don’t know exactly what happened, either I asked for too much time off (totally a possibility) or they didn’t have hours for me this week so they held off scheduling me until Saturday, but I ended up with a glorious two weeks off instead of just one for vacation. Before you get happy for me, let me remind you: I do not get paid vacation. I have this job that is honestly worse than most. I’ve had some horrible ones in my day (spent a summer in high school working at the local Putt-Putt, mind you!) and I’ve been in the workforce since I was fourteen so saying that I, at 25, have a freaking terrible job, that’s something. Plus I’ve tried to quit this job like four times now. I actually succeeded once, for about three months, until a manager called me and asked me to come back. Turns out I’m really good at this job. But I hate it and it’s toxic and soul-crushing.

Uh, anyway. I’ve had this week off since we’ve been back from vacation and at some point I clicked on the Craigslist classifieds, just to see what’s there. Turns out the answer is a lot of stuff! And while I’m not the most qualified, I know I’d be awesome at a lot of these jobs! Administrative assistant? I rock at typing and answering phones! Preschool teacher? Those are the only kids I don’t hate! (Ok, that’s not entirely true for a lot of reasons but let’s don’t get in to detail here!) I’ve been waiting to go into this career that will save the world but in reality all I really want to do is answer phones. Is that so bad? Am I rejecting feminism and all that so many have stood for if I say that I just want to be a stay-at-home mom and maybe make a few extra bucks for my family if I can? Are those lowly aspirations? Is that why I’ve resisted and fought tooth-and-claw to not finish my degree? Self examination is not always comfortable.

I know that D and I don’t have kids right now, so the stay-at-home mom thing is out, but I do know that eventually that is what I want. At least until our kids are in school. Why build a career that I’m eventually going to leave anyway? And why does that career have to be in environmental management, or teaching, or social work? Why can’t I just happily answer phones for eight hours a day and be happy? Oooh or if the stars aligned just right, writing? Ugh. At this point, I know that anything would be better than the job I have right now. Even my friends hate my job. I get no respect (Hey Rodney Dangerfield!) from my superiors, most of my customers, or half of my coworkers, and while I enjoy the job some of the time, most of the time it’s exhausting. Wow this blog SUCKS. I’m so depressed right now, I’m going to go drink a Dr. Pepper. Anyway – what to do? I guess step one: open resume, click “send”.

Oh PS I hope everybody caught the new ep of The Office. It was awesome. I don’t want to spoil it for anybody but Andy + Prius + Dwight = LOL’d ’til I almost fell off the couch.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Soph!
    Jan 16, 2009 @ 10:36:00

    oooooh finally a new episode! I feel so out of the loop over here. thanks for the reminder *runs to download*

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  2. Camden
    Jan 16, 2009 @ 15:56:00

    What about a tour guide at the Jelly Belly Factory? The one thing is your really have to hate George W. Bush to work there.

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  3. Katie
    Jan 16, 2009 @ 22:14:00

    There’s nothing wrong with that – I had that EXACT thought before I went to OT school. However, my inner wanting to change the world self kept yelling at me until I finally figured out how I could change the world (even in a tiny way) and do what I want…if your version of changing the world is making someone’s day a little better because you were nice to them on the phone and/or raising polite and almost never late kids (:D), then that’s it and you have nothing to be sorry for! It’s not as if a job or even a career means forever, anyway! Some consistency would be great I bet!

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  4. A Beautiful Mind
    Jan 17, 2009 @ 03:00:00

    I’m sorry about your job issues. i totally feel you on the school stuff and the baby thing and… so much… Were we separated at birth, perhaps?

    Reply

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