Waiting
By the end of this week (the day after tomorrow), I should know if I'm going to be hired for this AMAZING job I really want. I don't want to get into too much detail (I've hoped so many times), but it's at a local nonprofit with amazing bosses/co-workers, the mission is something I believe in 100%, and the pay is pretty decent for an entry-level position (it's WAY more than I make now). Plus, I would get to stay in Memphis and change my career path to the nonprofit field, which is something I recently figured out was my calling. I interviewed for it twice, and this should be it. There's a hang-up, of course: I was supposed to find out last Friday but the board budget meeting got put off until this Friday... The way my contact put it was that she "didn't want to offer anyone anything before she found out about the budget," which is sort of terrifying.
David's also been busy with interviews at three companies for five jobs in the past few weeks. They're all over the country, so we both might end up getting amazing jobs in different cities. We'll just have to make it work, if that happens. I'd only move with him if I didn't get this dream job... again, I should know by Friday.
I'm proud of myself for the decision. Nothing is certain, but in the past I've always put my relationships first and I really regret it. I had so many opportunities to do amazing things that I set aside so that I could be more dedicated to the relationship I was in. After working at a horrific shitshow of a job for the past year and... three (?) months, it's obvious that being happy in your personal life (and with your relationships) doesn't mean too much if your job makes you sick and fills you with rage every day.
Yeah, there are the "blah blah I hate getting asked what I do, a job is just something you do to pay the bills," people, but fuck that. I don't work that way. I have always needed to be passionate about what I spend 8+ hours a day doing, and I don't think I'll ever be satisfied with something that just pays the bills and doesn't mentally challenge and fulfill me.
For the last time, I didn't get a master's degree to do high-school level work. I'm not a fucking secretary. My primary responsibilities shouldn't be cross-checking lists, data entry, taking notes, and faxing things. I'm a lot smarter than that, and the tedium of each day is fucking excruciating. Not to mention that it's a dead-end job that you basically work at for life and never get a raise. I'm not incredibly ambitious, but I want to have the ABILITY to move up within an organization. A company with 15 employees doesn't really offer that option. I'm 25 years old and I shouldn't be working at a dead-end job. Anyway... hopefully that will be my last rant about this shithole.
This is such a time of uncertainty and wonder. I can barely stand the waiting... It's not something I've ever been good at.
David's also been busy with interviews at three companies for five jobs in the past few weeks. They're all over the country, so we both might end up getting amazing jobs in different cities. We'll just have to make it work, if that happens. I'd only move with him if I didn't get this dream job... again, I should know by Friday.
I'm proud of myself for the decision. Nothing is certain, but in the past I've always put my relationships first and I really regret it. I had so many opportunities to do amazing things that I set aside so that I could be more dedicated to the relationship I was in. After working at a horrific shitshow of a job for the past year and... three (?) months, it's obvious that being happy in your personal life (and with your relationships) doesn't mean too much if your job makes you sick and fills you with rage every day.
Yeah, there are the "blah blah I hate getting asked what I do, a job is just something you do to pay the bills," people, but fuck that. I don't work that way. I have always needed to be passionate about what I spend 8+ hours a day doing, and I don't think I'll ever be satisfied with something that just pays the bills and doesn't mentally challenge and fulfill me.
For the last time, I didn't get a master's degree to do high-school level work. I'm not a fucking secretary. My primary responsibilities shouldn't be cross-checking lists, data entry, taking notes, and faxing things. I'm a lot smarter than that, and the tedium of each day is fucking excruciating. Not to mention that it's a dead-end job that you basically work at for life and never get a raise. I'm not incredibly ambitious, but I want to have the ABILITY to move up within an organization. A company with 15 employees doesn't really offer that option. I'm 25 years old and I shouldn't be working at a dead-end job. Anyway... hopefully that will be my last rant about this shithole.
This is such a time of uncertainty and wonder. I can barely stand the waiting... It's not something I've ever been good at.