You know, y’all haven’t heard me rant in a while.
I’ve been fairly mundane. Hell, it’s been borderline boring. I actually let loose on one rant, felt it too vitrolic, and retracted it.. all within a half hour timespan. But I’ve got a little rant here.
I don’t talk about my job on here. I’m very careful about that. But there’s been this overwhelming gnawing feeling at me lately.. so, that.. that, I have to talk about.
I think I’m more than competent at my job. I’d be willing to say I’m “damn good” at my job. But, you know, I just don’t know that THIS is what I want to be doing for the rest of my life.
This is what’s safe. This pays the bills (somewhat). And this is secure (a little bit).
But I studied communications. I worked in media and public relations. I THRIVED THERE. And here I am, living in “Office Space”. I know I’m supposed to swallow it as part of “being a grown up”, but I want to quit my job and go follow my dreams of becoming an on-air newsanchor. I want to anchor the 10 o’clock news. I want to be something.
I think what REALLY spawned this is money. If I were getting paid a significant amount of change, I could deal with a cube-world. But I’m not. I’m getting paid the market average of an applicant with no college degree. (FYI, kids fixing to graduate high school.. GO TO COLLEGE. GET A DEGREE. I know people will tell you “Look how well I’m doing and I have no degree!” but that’s crap. You could buy and sell that person if you had a degree.)
I want to be around people. I want each day to have a new challenge. I want to be needed and valued for what I do. I want.. I want that job that pays shit but I love. I want to quit the job that puts me in a different tax bracket so I can follow my heart and work for the city.
Instead, I’ll just be at my desk tomorrow.
But if you read this and you reach a crossroads, choose the OTHER way. And think of me.