I don’t know what to do with myself.
I went to veterinary school with the intention of going into poultry medicine.
During my last year of school, after much personal expense, I discovered that I couldn’t get a job in poultry medicine without an additional degree. Getting the additional degree required moving across country and two more years of student-hood. My finances were not in any kind of shape for that.
Fortunately, I was able to find work with a dog and cat clinic. I’m a bit out of my depth, having focused on the wrong species, but I got enough of the basics from school and the other doctors and staff have been amazingly supportive and patient.
My 3-month performance review came up and my boss asked where I saw myself in a few years. (The review went well)
To be honest, I have no idea what to do with my future, and that wigs me out. For at least the next couple years, we need a solid paycheck and this job is better than many. I don’t mind working with cats and dogs, but I don’t think it’s what I want to do forever.
I’ve found a program where I could get the degree in poultry medicine while working, but it’s dicey. The program is brand new and, being a self-study situation, would require a lot of fussing and cajoling and convincing people to train me. Plus, the added student loans I would need, if I could even get them with my now completely destroyed credit and the state of the economy.
And, I’m not entirely sure what I’d do with it after I got it. That last year in school made it clear that commercial poultry production isn’t just on the decline in this country, it’s in its death throws. It is possible that a degree from the new program wouldn’t carry enough weight to get me one of the few remaining jobs. We could go abroad, but that idea sounds much more romantic when you don’t have mountains of debt, Father Time, and grandchildren-starved parents breathing down your neck. Plus, there are plenty of local vets who wouldn’t have my language barrier.
I could go into government work. The big-picture aspect is similar to poultry medicine, and, Og knows, they need the help. But, I’ve seen good people get chewed up and spat out with the frustration of trying to work inside the system. I don’t know if I have the skull for that brick wall.
I keep reading novels where the main character makes a series of wrong choices and grows old filled with regret.
Maybe I should just stay with the dog and cat place and be grateful that someone is willing to pay me for what little skill I have.
Any one got some sage advice on this?