When I was a senior in high school, I made a colored pencil picture that showed America's youths fall into a star spangled tin can, and exit it without color, dressed in a shirt & tie, and carrying a briefcase. I donated it the the high school as my AP Art gift to the school, and only God knows where it hangs now. I hope it's made some of America's youths think...and I wish I had a scanner back then so I didn't have to describe it to you.
I have to wonder if I've inexplicably fallen into that trap. I will admit, I felt a certain disatisfaction with my old job...I was able to contribute to something that would probably end up sucking, but had nice parts about it. After viewing so many attempts by the company, I lost faith in them to deliver a good product. Still, I had my life, and my job supported my life. I worked 40 hours a week...sometimes less when things were slow.
My dissatisfaction grew to a point where I needed to get away, and I found a golden opportunity...or so I thought.
My job has become my life now...I work 58 hours a week...10 hours on weekdays, 8 on Saturday. This wasn't in the description. Even when I finish my current project, it will be like that for 2 weeks out of every 2 months. On top of that, what I do requires no creativity whatsoever. Anyone with my talent can do what I do currently. I've always valued artistic expression over craftmanship, but now, my job IS craftmanship.
Also, money is tight. I'm still paying for my condo which hasn't sold, as well as rent and living expenses. I'm walking a tightrope, and I can't afford to make a major mistake. The pressure of everyday life is going to make me die young. Maybe others can get used to it, but I can't. It's hard for me to forget what I used to have, and how I gave it all up for this. It was a risk, and I knew it was, but i didn't think it would be like this.
I sent an e-mail to find that I can get my old job back. I can even move back inot my condo, continue to pay it off, and use that as my nest egg as my parents had intended. I'm not all about money, I'm about living, and I have learned the importance of being secure in that way.
I could continue to search for my perfect job, and I'm sure it's out there somewhere, but I'm not sure if I can afford to find it at this point in my life. I was lucky to have the creative input I did, and for how important that is in my life, the amount I contribute these days is unacceptable.
To speak metaphoricly...I don't create the car, I wax it to a shiney gloss.
I'd wrap this up better, but I have to pick up my boyfriend from work. I want to finish the project I'm on now because people depend on me...but after that, I'm pretty sure I'm headed back home.
I have to wonder if I've inexplicably fallen into that trap. I will admit, I felt a certain disatisfaction with my old job...I was able to contribute to something that would probably end up sucking, but had nice parts about it. After viewing so many attempts by the company, I lost faith in them to deliver a good product. Still, I had my life, and my job supported my life. I worked 40 hours a week...sometimes less when things were slow.
My dissatisfaction grew to a point where I needed to get away, and I found a golden opportunity...or so I thought.
My job has become my life now...I work 58 hours a week...10 hours on weekdays, 8 on Saturday. This wasn't in the description. Even when I finish my current project, it will be like that for 2 weeks out of every 2 months. On top of that, what I do requires no creativity whatsoever. Anyone with my talent can do what I do currently. I've always valued artistic expression over craftmanship, but now, my job IS craftmanship.
Also, money is tight. I'm still paying for my condo which hasn't sold, as well as rent and living expenses. I'm walking a tightrope, and I can't afford to make a major mistake. The pressure of everyday life is going to make me die young. Maybe others can get used to it, but I can't. It's hard for me to forget what I used to have, and how I gave it all up for this. It was a risk, and I knew it was, but i didn't think it would be like this.
I sent an e-mail to find that I can get my old job back. I can even move back inot my condo, continue to pay it off, and use that as my nest egg as my parents had intended. I'm not all about money, I'm about living, and I have learned the importance of being secure in that way.
I could continue to search for my perfect job, and I'm sure it's out there somewhere, but I'm not sure if I can afford to find it at this point in my life. I was lucky to have the creative input I did, and for how important that is in my life, the amount I contribute these days is unacceptable.
To speak metaphoricly...I don't create the car, I wax it to a shiney gloss.
I'd wrap this up better, but I have to pick up my boyfriend from work. I want to finish the project I'm on now because people depend on me...but after that, I'm pretty sure I'm headed back home.
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