Irons in the fire and a foot in my back
I am used to thinking of my job and my income in far simpler terms than... well, the way I have to think of them now.
I love my job. However, it is commission only, and I am still just starting out, so it has been difficult. Now back when I started, I thought I would give it a try, and then maybe go back to clerical work if I had to.
But it has become more complicated than that. You see, the job market is so bad right now that I have been priced out. In other words, I couldn't go back to it even if I tried to because they won't pay me what I'm worth any more... and I can't really live on less.
So "Plan A" is to make a go of this new job. "Plan B" was to go back to clerical if necessary. Key word: WAS. I can't! So now I need a Plan C. Hmm.
The good news is this. I know what I need to do, and in all honesty I really believe I can do it as long as I apply myself like I should. In fact, I think I could have changed careers before now, but somehow I was either too chicken or too unfocused about it. But the funny part of it is this. While before I simply wanted to become a designer, now I actually have to become one. It has reached the point where failure is not an option, and Fate's foot is planted squarely in the middle of my back.
Well, hmm. I guess I'll... uh... stay at my job, and get my design business started already, and... uh... succeed?
Not much choice!
I love my job. However, it is commission only, and I am still just starting out, so it has been difficult. Now back when I started, I thought I would give it a try, and then maybe go back to clerical work if I had to.
But it has become more complicated than that. You see, the job market is so bad right now that I have been priced out. In other words, I couldn't go back to it even if I tried to because they won't pay me what I'm worth any more... and I can't really live on less.
So "Plan A" is to make a go of this new job. "Plan B" was to go back to clerical if necessary. Key word: WAS. I can't! So now I need a Plan C. Hmm.
The good news is this. I know what I need to do, and in all honesty I really believe I can do it as long as I apply myself like I should. In fact, I think I could have changed careers before now, but somehow I was either too chicken or too unfocused about it. But the funny part of it is this. While before I simply wanted to become a designer, now I actually have to become one. It has reached the point where failure is not an option, and Fate's foot is planted squarely in the middle of my back.
Well, hmm. I guess I'll... uh... stay at my job, and get my design business started already, and... uh... succeed?
Not much choice!