I hate this part right here...
I'm tired.
I'm tired of other people trying to tell me what to do. I'm tired of other people thinking they know what's best for me. I'm tired of people judging me by my current position in life. I'm tired of people trying to direct my footsteps in the way they'd like to see me go. I'm tired of people putting limitations on what they want from me. Do this. Apply for that. I don't want to see you doing this. Don't do that. You can't do that.
Do I have my own goals? Yes. Do I plan on doing big things? Sure. Am I exactly in the middle of them right now? No. It's a work in progress. You're not helping. Back off.
I will get them done with or without you, but I do not need you throwing your own goals for my life into the mix.
I leave for China and it's about time. I quit my job back in January to start preparing for the trip, and I've been nothing but restless.
I am restless and ornery, just in the right mood for a fight.
Ever since I came back to the States in June, my parents have been on my back about getting a federal job. Federal job federal job federal job federal job federal job until I went COMPLETELY INSANE. Shoot, I applied for a few, sure. It's somewhat hard to avoid them when you wake up in the morning to find a stack of them printed out and taped to your bedroom door...Don't get me wrong. There's nothing wrong with a federal career, but it's not what I wanted. Not now. Not yet. There are plenty of green shoots who apply straight out of college with no real experience. If I end up going down the federal path, I want some experience to bring to the table. If I end up doing other things, I still need that experience.
For some reason, my parents, who know nothing about China, believe that one year over there makes me some sort of expert qualified to translate nuclear documents for the government and private companies. I kid you not. That was one of the job applications.
"Mom, I know nothing about nuclear physics."
"But look! They need a Chinese translator! You could do it!"
"Yes, one with a PhD in Particle Physics or Biochemistry."
"I'm sure you could negotiate it. You have a Masters, that's close!"
"Thank you, Mom. Right after I eat breakfast, I'll negotiate a position as a particle physicist/translator with the US government, then use this application to line the rabbit's bedpan. Peace."
For reference, I have a Masters in Teaching Foreign Language. I opted out of the nuclear physics courses.
I love them to death. I do. But seriously, it's been 8 months. I have a job. I signed a contract. Stop trying to find more for me. They still call with numbers they want me to contact. They still email me "this opportunity I found online". They still drop names of friends of friends they heard might be hiring.
I'm done.
I am done with it all.
I've done enough crowd pleasing and all it brought me was more trouble.
I didn't pilot my own Masters program so that I could be trophy daughter for my parents sitting on their top shelf. I have my own agenda, and Heaven help anyone trying to stop me now. Now that I've got my sights straight, I plan to look for trouble and rattle some cages. I plan to do the impossible. Hell, I plan to learn a backflip and land in a split.
Just try and stop me.
I'm tired of other people trying to tell me what to do. I'm tired of other people thinking they know what's best for me. I'm tired of people judging me by my current position in life. I'm tired of people trying to direct my footsteps in the way they'd like to see me go. I'm tired of people putting limitations on what they want from me. Do this. Apply for that. I don't want to see you doing this. Don't do that. You can't do that.
Do I have my own goals? Yes. Do I plan on doing big things? Sure. Am I exactly in the middle of them right now? No. It's a work in progress. You're not helping. Back off.
I will get them done with or without you, but I do not need you throwing your own goals for my life into the mix.
I leave for China and it's about time. I quit my job back in January to start preparing for the trip, and I've been nothing but restless.
I am restless and ornery, just in the right mood for a fight.
Ever since I came back to the States in June, my parents have been on my back about getting a federal job. Federal job federal job federal job federal job federal job until I went COMPLETELY INSANE. Shoot, I applied for a few, sure. It's somewhat hard to avoid them when you wake up in the morning to find a stack of them printed out and taped to your bedroom door...Don't get me wrong. There's nothing wrong with a federal career, but it's not what I wanted. Not now. Not yet. There are plenty of green shoots who apply straight out of college with no real experience. If I end up going down the federal path, I want some experience to bring to the table. If I end up doing other things, I still need that experience.
For some reason, my parents, who know nothing about China, believe that one year over there makes me some sort of expert qualified to translate nuclear documents for the government and private companies. I kid you not. That was one of the job applications.
"Mom, I know nothing about nuclear physics."
"But look! They need a Chinese translator! You could do it!"
"Yes, one with a PhD in Particle Physics or Biochemistry."
"I'm sure you could negotiate it. You have a Masters, that's close!"
"Thank you, Mom. Right after I eat breakfast, I'll negotiate a position as a particle physicist/translator with the US government, then use this application to line the rabbit's bedpan. Peace."
For reference, I have a Masters in Teaching Foreign Language. I opted out of the nuclear physics courses.
I love them to death. I do. But seriously, it's been 8 months. I have a job. I signed a contract. Stop trying to find more for me. They still call with numbers they want me to contact. They still email me "this opportunity I found online". They still drop names of friends of friends they heard might be hiring.
I'm done.
I am done with it all.
I've done enough crowd pleasing and all it brought me was more trouble.
I didn't pilot my own Masters program so that I could be trophy daughter for my parents sitting on their top shelf. I have my own agenda, and Heaven help anyone trying to stop me now. Now that I've got my sights straight, I plan to look for trouble and rattle some cages. I plan to do the impossible. Hell, I plan to learn a backflip and land in a split.
Just try and stop me.