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I have a confession: My dream as an 8 year old was to have an office job. I used to make my friends play "lawyer" and sometimes "secretary". I would move piles of paper around and staple things. It seemed so cool to a little kid whose mom was a waitress and whose step-dad engraved head stones. I dreamed of having a job where I worked 9 to 5. I hated that my mom worked graveyard shifts.
Here I am at 31 with a nice office job making decent money (I can pay my bills!) and with excellent benefits. I actually staple the piles of paper now for a reason. I even found something where I feel like what I'm doing benefits society. Yet I've been miserable around 80% of the time I've been working there.
Yet I stay because I don't know what else I want to do. I don't want to sit around and watch stories and eat all day. I really want to do something, but I want to be excited about it at least some of the time. I have no idea where that excitement is--either in my personal or professional life. I just know that for the past few weeks I can stop thinking about how this might be all there is. I think being a barrista would be fun, but I do really like having good medical insurance.
Here I am at 31 with a nice office job making decent money (I can pay my bills!) and with excellent benefits. I actually staple the piles of paper now for a reason. I even found something where I feel like what I'm doing benefits society. Yet I've been miserable around 80% of the time I've been working there.
Yet I stay because I don't know what else I want to do. I don't want to sit around and watch stories and eat all day. I really want to do something, but I want to be excited about it at least some of the time. I have no idea where that excitement is--either in my personal or professional life. I just know that for the past few weeks I can stop thinking about how this might be all there is. I think being a barrista would be fun, but I do really like having good medical insurance.