Prayers.
Alright, so it's been awhile since I've posted anything. I have no apologies.
I've reached that 'where am I supposed to go?' point in life. After college, after passing through that first survival job- and into a second. Now is the time I can see all and any path, good or bad, is available to me, but the combination of events to reach any given goal is largely a mystery.
Nursing school. I can apply for that easy (fairly easy). GREs? that can be figured out. Financing? My parents handled that. I could handle that. Would I stay full time at work, on top of school? Would this job accommodate a students schedule better than a different job?
Hospital kitchens. This job is making me miserable. It's almost been one week. How does it look, jumping jobs? Bad. How long did it take me to find a new job? Long time. I have that to look forward to again.
This job, like the last kitchen job, takes the precious hours I have with the person I love- and the futility of the situation is like a weight on me. I don't know the best course of action. "Waiting it out" feels like masochism. I think I've had enough of kitchen jobs. I'll take anything that comes my way for half-decent pay, and 9-5 hours.
I'll pray. Okay? I'll pray.
I've reached that 'where am I supposed to go?' point in life. After college, after passing through that first survival job- and into a second. Now is the time I can see all and any path, good or bad, is available to me, but the combination of events to reach any given goal is largely a mystery.
Nursing school. I can apply for that easy (fairly easy). GREs? that can be figured out. Financing? My parents handled that. I could handle that. Would I stay full time at work, on top of school? Would this job accommodate a students schedule better than a different job?
Hospital kitchens. This job is making me miserable. It's almost been one week. How does it look, jumping jobs? Bad. How long did it take me to find a new job? Long time. I have that to look forward to again.
This job, like the last kitchen job, takes the precious hours I have with the person I love- and the futility of the situation is like a weight on me. I don't know the best course of action. "Waiting it out" feels like masochism. I think I've had enough of kitchen jobs. I'll take anything that comes my way for half-decent pay, and 9-5 hours.
I'll pray. Okay? I'll pray.