I stopped caring about a year or so ago, and I stopped going altogether this semester. Even when I was still going, I wouls show up for tests, write them, get solid B’s, and go home. And this is without ever having gone to class. I missed one mid term and my final exam in my Intro to film class, just writing one mid term and handing in my term paper and I got a B. I thought that I had failed for sure.
I shouldn’t go on about that, but it’s taken me six years to realize that I have no intrest at all in my field, and that I can’t see it going anywhere that I remotley want to go. So I’m going into a Trade. I’ma be a plumber.
Here’s a little tip my friends, when studying biology, with an interest in lab/mircobiological work, don’t go to a wildlife school. No, I don’t care how big the damn riparian zone is, and no, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life finding out how much deer sweat, and a far as I’m concerned there are four types of plant. Those smaller than me, those bigger than me, those which will kill me, and those that taste good.
Good god. For the sake of the discipline, please get the fuck out now. Ecologists have enough of an uphill battle as it is without having to worry about whether their colleagues give a shit.
Same here. I could do this job (Controller for small company) part-time–15 hours per week tops–and still get everything done efficiently, but I need to be here to hold the owners’ hands while they try to send an attachment with their email or explain why someone with a Mac won’t be able to open the Excel file they want to attach unless I save it as a web page.
Both of my bosses thank me profusely for the most mundane things that any kid straight out of junior college could do. I’ll get “Oh my God, you can DO that? That’s incredible!” when I look up something on the internet for them or unzip a file that someone sent them.
Uhhh… Read all of my post. I am out. I quit. I didn’t enjoy it, and I knew that I would never be good at it because of that. Not my calling and all of that. When I went into Biology, it wasn’t for ecology. I realize the importance of the dicipline, and I wish the best of luck to those enjoy working at it., but, not my thing.
Maybe it’s jsut burnout talking. I used to enjoy school. I went to university right after high school, and I’ve been there for six years. I am in serious need of a break from school. Perhaps in five to ten years I’ll be a bit more prepared to go further in my studies, but as for right now I just want out.
That guy, in my office, just got a promotion… it wasn’t me. I am the guy you didn’t see in that scene, but he was off to the left, making snide comments about the crap spewing out of the manager’s mouth.
No problem. I can understand the frustration people feel about those who go into a job or a field that they don’t really care for and stumble through everything half-assed. Truth be told I wish someone had sat me down a year or two ago and said pretty much what you had said. Instead all I got was encouragement to finish my degree, no matter what the cost. Thanks guys. Sometimes academic counseling means encouraging someone not to do something.
I’m laughing my ass off- I AM the office meeting nodder. When I saw that guy I was about rolling with laughter. I’m the office nodder, and I"m not ashamed!
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