Secret Sunday

This weeks postcards were mostly about rape. Which makes me sad. Taking that piece of security from someone, in such a way that is supposed to be so intimate.

It makes me wonder what the rapists are thinking. How sad they are as well. I know that’s not what I should think, but I can’t help it. How depressed are they that they feel that this is their only option? What has lead them to think that this is the only way that they can connect to someone in a sexual manner?

The postcard I’m sharing this week isn’t about rape, since I have never experienced such a horrific thing. But it does explain how I feel about my job. The reason I stay at my current job is to beef up my resume. Prior to working here I never kept a job for longer than 2 years. And that was 10 years ago. I wanted to make sure that employers knew I could stick around. But considering after 3 years, I barely make enough to survive as a single parent. I work my ass off. I do every single project my bosses ask, on top of my current work. I feel taken advantage of, every day. 4 months left. And then I am done. If it weren’t for the fact that we were moving, I would definitely be looking for jobs elsewhere. All day long.

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until next time,

J

when i grow up

I’ve been in my current position for roughly 18 months, with the same company, for almost 3 years.  I’m miserable.  I don’t feel like my position challenges me, unfortunately, my bosses don’t feel the same way since my quality is lacking.  It’s just mindless, mind numbing work.  I need a change, but have to stick it out for a few more months.

“What do you want to do?” is the question most often asked, but I don’t have an answer for that.  I’m 30 years old, and I can’t fathom what I want to do for the rest of my life.  I know this isn’t uncommon, but it’s still a shitty feeling.  I see my friends on their career paths, finishing school with degrees they can make use of, in a field that they love.  Here I am, sitting, staring at a screen, with my thumb up my butt.

When I say it out loud, I feel silly.  Saying that I’m 30 years old, and I want to work in retail just sounds pathetic.  In the end, all I want to do is work with people, I love meeting new people, hearing new stories.  I would also like a job that makes me travel.  haha  My dream job, is to work customer service for an airline.  Eventually I would like to work myself into a supervisory or management position, but I would rather start from the bottom, and work my way up.

So, when we get to where ever we’re going (at this point it looks like it’ll be Seattle, but a month ago, it was Myrtle Beach, so who knows), that will be my goal.  To find a job in customer service, with an airline.  I will apply other various places as well, but for once, I want to be happy with my job.  I don’t want to dread going in.

You can hold me to this.  In fact, I request that you hold me to this.

until next time,

j