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Originally Posted by jitterbug13
Confession #1: As many of ya'll may know, I don't like my job. AT ALL. But now I feel physcially sick every time I go there or even think about it. I have waisted over a year of my life trying to make this work and I can't see myself waiting for the next 3-5 years. And I don't get paid much (between $60-350 a week depending on how busy it is and lately, I've been working once a week). My dad talked me into leaving the job I was at (which I was getting ready to leave anyway) to do this one and now I realized it was for political reasons. I'm in the third generation in doing this job but the first female and first to do this particular job. Everyone says they're proud of me but I'm not proud of myself. I'm even ashamed to tell people what I do. Which leads up to...
Confession #2: I don't know what to do with the rest of my life. In college, I thought I was postive I was going to be a newspaper reporter. But back then, I had doubts, but small ones. Then I started working as a reporter and it eventually became the first job from Hell. The editors were very nasty and it was so bad that I cried just about ever night and became physically and emotionally tired. Becasue of this, I don't know if I want to go back into it. I started taking Master's classes in public relations but there are days I have doubts about that. I have thought of being a libarian, travel agent, event planner or owning my own para shop. I know I need to sit down to figure out what I need to do.
Confession #3: I like my Kappafriend, but my interest has been waining the last few weeks. We met in college several years ago and we had fun. He started going with a girl who used to live down the hall from me and I think she broke his heart (he rarely talks about it). We got together twice in the last few months but he's getting ready to move to Atlanta this weekend. It's hard getting in touch with him. I'll call and he's doesn't call back. He says he's busy but sometimes I have to wonder about that. I know there are other females intersted in him but he said that I was the only one he was interested in. A part of me tells me to move on but another wants me to see what will happen next. With him I feel like a doll on a shelf: he picks me up when he needs me. But there maybe one day he'll look for me and I'll be gone.
Sorry this is so long!
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Are you living my parallel life sistergreek?
1. I'm just using the job I'm at now to pay and save for when I leave and forget about the job before that one.
2. I just got a great GRE score but I'm not sure what to do with the rest of my life.
3. I've been a business major since highschool but when I entered sales I ran into some serious ethical conflicts and will not be pursuing an MBA.
4. As for your Confession #3 I'll just keep that to myself for now.