Fucking Thing Sucks!
Oh man. I'm rapidly reaching the end of my rope... and during a recession no less.
I've never been one to LOVE my job. I understand that if you want to get paid, you have to do something unpleasant. But these days, it's become downright unbearable. I used to be the rising star of my department. Now, it's as if, all of a sudden, management realized that I don't have the future they thought I had. Part of it is that my project is failing (sorry, Palestinians!) part of it is that I was so devoted to my project that I never worked on any special proposals or committees. I was working towards a long term assignment so that I could afford to buy a house and have a baby or two.
Then, I got passed over for the long term assignment, but I'm still responsible for handling the affairs of the guy who got it. So, realizing that my strategy of just doing my job well was not going so great, I agreed to head up a $90 million proposal in Pakistan. I'm not very good at it, either.
So now, Reliable Kristen is stuck processing paperwork while her coworkers get to travel. To top it all off, for the first time, I got less than the average annual increase. I spend all of my time trying to do a good job, but it's hard to feel passionate about government contracting, even if those contracts are interesting. And I get the sense that people are beginning to notice this.
So now, I'm 27, have no money for a house, no money for sperm (any gents out there care to donate? It's $600 a shot at the cryobank, and I'm not about to fork down what could end up being $30K to have a baby that I would then not be able to afford after all of the sperm payments), and a job that I fucking loathe. I can't beleive that I got an M.A. at Georgetown for this shit.
I'm starting a side business of perfume and body products to be sold at Eastern Market on the weekends. Hopefully, I'll make enough money off of that eventually that I can either own a shop that sells my products and various other vintage items, or enough so that I can live off of it and a part time job. I saw a house today outside of Springfield MA that was my dream house, for under $200K. I make enough to afford that here, but what the hell am I going to do in Springfield that will make me more than $100K a year? Even the gun factory isn't hiring there.
Fucking recession. I can't beleive I have the gall to complain about it when I have a "great job," but still. Fucking Recession.
I've never been one to LOVE my job. I understand that if you want to get paid, you have to do something unpleasant. But these days, it's become downright unbearable. I used to be the rising star of my department. Now, it's as if, all of a sudden, management realized that I don't have the future they thought I had. Part of it is that my project is failing (sorry, Palestinians!) part of it is that I was so devoted to my project that I never worked on any special proposals or committees. I was working towards a long term assignment so that I could afford to buy a house and have a baby or two.
Then, I got passed over for the long term assignment, but I'm still responsible for handling the affairs of the guy who got it. So, realizing that my strategy of just doing my job well was not going so great, I agreed to head up a $90 million proposal in Pakistan. I'm not very good at it, either.
So now, Reliable Kristen is stuck processing paperwork while her coworkers get to travel. To top it all off, for the first time, I got less than the average annual increase. I spend all of my time trying to do a good job, but it's hard to feel passionate about government contracting, even if those contracts are interesting. And I get the sense that people are beginning to notice this.
So now, I'm 27, have no money for a house, no money for sperm (any gents out there care to donate? It's $600 a shot at the cryobank, and I'm not about to fork down what could end up being $30K to have a baby that I would then not be able to afford after all of the sperm payments), and a job that I fucking loathe. I can't beleive that I got an M.A. at Georgetown for this shit.
I'm starting a side business of perfume and body products to be sold at Eastern Market on the weekends. Hopefully, I'll make enough money off of that eventually that I can either own a shop that sells my products and various other vintage items, or enough so that I can live off of it and a part time job. I saw a house today outside of Springfield MA that was my dream house, for under $200K. I make enough to afford that here, but what the hell am I going to do in Springfield that will make me more than $100K a year? Even the gun factory isn't hiring there.
Fucking recession. I can't beleive I have the gall to complain about it when I have a "great job," but still. Fucking Recession.