A Day That Shouldn't Have Happened
There are points in my life where I'm altogether uncertain of the path it's leading me on. I'm addicted to worrying about it, to be perfectly honest. I don't even want to find it sometimes, because the stress of it is too much.
I have a lot of dreams that I'd like to take on in the future in terms of career paths, but none of them (save for hairstyling) appear to have any kind of job market. On top of which, there's the matter of money. Now I know there are student loans, but the less I owe to the government, the better off everyone will be. It's not like I hate the Ontario Government, I'd just rather not owe them $60 000 more than I need to in the long run.
On top of which, I'd like to be marketable when I leave. And when I say marketable, I'd like to be working in my industry within a month or two after graduation, or at least apprenticing. I don't want to be one of those people with a degree or a diploma that only works on paper, and I will be FUCKED if I'm going into Business Administration. There are people who are actually built for those positions. I'm sadly not one of them
I'm writing this entry just as I'm getting up, and it's 8:00 in the evening. I don't remember what reason it was I chose to stay in bed, but I do know that the idea of staying there seemed a lot easier than getting out. I've been here so many times before, I just don't know what to do with myself. I need a new job. Sigh.
With that said, it's now 5:00 a.m, and I'm really bored, because Mr. Man (and the kitties) are all toasty warm, and I'm sitting here wishing I hadn't made a decision that would result pulling an all-nighter.
But I've had a shower, and now I smell like apples. The smell of those never fails to cheer me up. Evar.
I have a lot of dreams that I'd like to take on in the future in terms of career paths, but none of them (save for hairstyling) appear to have any kind of job market. On top of which, there's the matter of money. Now I know there are student loans, but the less I owe to the government, the better off everyone will be. It's not like I hate the Ontario Government, I'd just rather not owe them $60 000 more than I need to in the long run.
On top of which, I'd like to be marketable when I leave. And when I say marketable, I'd like to be working in my industry within a month or two after graduation, or at least apprenticing. I don't want to be one of those people with a degree or a diploma that only works on paper, and I will be FUCKED if I'm going into Business Administration. There are people who are actually built for those positions. I'm sadly not one of them
I'm writing this entry just as I'm getting up, and it's 8:00 in the evening. I don't remember what reason it was I chose to stay in bed, but I do know that the idea of staying there seemed a lot easier than getting out. I've been here so many times before, I just don't know what to do with myself. I need a new job. Sigh.
With that said, it's now 5:00 a.m, and I'm really bored, because Mr. Man (and the kitties) are all toasty warm, and I'm sitting here wishing I hadn't made a decision that would result pulling an all-nighter.
But I've had a shower, and now I smell like apples. The smell of those never fails to cheer me up. Evar.