The more you change, the less you feel...
Err, what the heck did I do all day? It's already past 10 pm.
This is the most stressful month of my life. I MUST GRADUATE!!! Please please please please please... if I don't get at least a C in my nutrition class, I will lose my dietetic internship. I had a C, but I think that I bombed an exam, today.
I don't want to be mercenary, but I am really disappointed by the average pay scale for dietitians. Dietitians have to obtain their bachelor's degree, undergo a yearlong paid (as in you pay them) internship, and pass a certification exam yet they on average have a salary $15,000 less than RNs. I don't think that nurses should be paid less at all. I just think that considering dietitians must undergo 75 credits of applicable nutrition education every 5 years simply to retain their certification warrants a pay that correlates with this level of expertise in nutrition therapy. I love the path that I chose, but I cannot help wondering how I am going to support myself. I don't need a gigantic house or anything, but I would prefer not to have to live in a hut or in the ghetto. Plus, I'm going to be paying off loans once I finish school. Plus, I am entering the sub-field of community nutrition which as at the lowest end of the pay scale.
I might have to dip into food service and work with Sodexo or (the dreaded) clinical nutrition to start. Actually, I am quite fond of food service, as would be obvious with my fondness of creating menus and such, but I exaggerated interest in community/nutrition education because ultimately I plan on teaching. I feel like I am in such muddle. It is great to love your work, but happiness extends beyond work, too. It is the sad truth. I am too used to my standard of living. I hate to say it because it makes me sound greedy and money hungry, but the world works on money. I think that the reason I am such a hopeless romantic is because I do recognize this ugly truth. Maybe I should become one of those people who live out in the woods by themselves who don't have a care in the world and live day by day. It is like the story about the two fishermen where one fisherman asks the other why he fishes everyday to feed his family day after day when he could sell the fish, then hire other people to fish for him, create a business, and then retire many years later when he could then spend his days playing with his children. The other fishermen responds with, "why should I do that when I could enjoy my days now and spend time with my children rather than work and spend time with them later?" Okay, I am a really poor story teller, but I am sure that you get the idea.
I feel like everybody has become such workaholics and that we would be better off concentrating on ourselves. I bet that majority of the US hate their jobs and don't even have the means for an opportunity to do what they actually want. I think that in a way, we've become too globalized. The sense of community is gone. I don't think that there is a feeling of local connection, anymore. Maybe I've become somewhat anti-capitalist? Lately, I've realized that I want to know who built the chair that I bought, who grows the vegetables I eat, and who owns the store I'm in. I am sure that I would then appreciate the little things more. Instead, I take appreciation in very little nowadays. There doesn't seem to be much meaning in anything. Before, people would just spend their days doing a little farming to support themselves, read a bit, and meet with their neighbors. Now, most people don't even cook their own meals let along wave to their neighbors. It is quite sickening.
This is the most stressful month of my life. I MUST GRADUATE!!! Please please please please please... if I don't get at least a C in my nutrition class, I will lose my dietetic internship. I had a C, but I think that I bombed an exam, today.
I don't want to be mercenary, but I am really disappointed by the average pay scale for dietitians. Dietitians have to obtain their bachelor's degree, undergo a yearlong paid (as in you pay them) internship, and pass a certification exam yet they on average have a salary $15,000 less than RNs. I don't think that nurses should be paid less at all. I just think that considering dietitians must undergo 75 credits of applicable nutrition education every 5 years simply to retain their certification warrants a pay that correlates with this level of expertise in nutrition therapy. I love the path that I chose, but I cannot help wondering how I am going to support myself. I don't need a gigantic house or anything, but I would prefer not to have to live in a hut or in the ghetto. Plus, I'm going to be paying off loans once I finish school. Plus, I am entering the sub-field of community nutrition which as at the lowest end of the pay scale.
I might have to dip into food service and work with Sodexo or (the dreaded) clinical nutrition to start. Actually, I am quite fond of food service, as would be obvious with my fondness of creating menus and such, but I exaggerated interest in community/nutrition education because ultimately I plan on teaching. I feel like I am in such muddle. It is great to love your work, but happiness extends beyond work, too. It is the sad truth. I am too used to my standard of living. I hate to say it because it makes me sound greedy and money hungry, but the world works on money. I think that the reason I am such a hopeless romantic is because I do recognize this ugly truth. Maybe I should become one of those people who live out in the woods by themselves who don't have a care in the world and live day by day. It is like the story about the two fishermen where one fisherman asks the other why he fishes everyday to feed his family day after day when he could sell the fish, then hire other people to fish for him, create a business, and then retire many years later when he could then spend his days playing with his children. The other fishermen responds with, "why should I do that when I could enjoy my days now and spend time with my children rather than work and spend time with them later?" Okay, I am a really poor story teller, but I am sure that you get the idea.
I feel like everybody has become such workaholics and that we would be better off concentrating on ourselves. I bet that majority of the US hate their jobs and don't even have the means for an opportunity to do what they actually want. I think that in a way, we've become too globalized. The sense of community is gone. I don't think that there is a feeling of local connection, anymore. Maybe I've become somewhat anti-capitalist? Lately, I've realized that I want to know who built the chair that I bought, who grows the vegetables I eat, and who owns the store I'm in. I am sure that I would then appreciate the little things more. Instead, I take appreciation in very little nowadays. There doesn't seem to be much meaning in anything. Before, people would just spend their days doing a little farming to support themselves, read a bit, and meet with their neighbors. Now, most people don't even cook their own meals let along wave to their neighbors. It is quite sickening.