In a decided change from her usual habit of keeping her problems to herself, SwimmingRiddles has decided to both ask the teeming millions for advice, and refer to herself in the third person for this thread. Just to make things interesting.
She works 40 hours a week in a thankless office administrative job. Her office is a converted supply closet without a door, and nary a window to be found. She hates her job. However, it pays $9.40 an hour(keep in mind she lives in Vermont, where cost of living is pretty low, so that’s a moderate entry-level pay), and has fantastic benefits. She also likes her bosses a lot.
But she’s also attempting to go to school at the same time. She lucked out and has a scholarship to take care of her tuition. At the present time, she is taking 9 credits. That’s a three hour course Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights. Not to take into the copious amounts of homework assigned to her in each of these three classes. She is burning out rapidly.
Because she hates her job, she does it half-assed. She doesn’t like doing anything half-assed, and therefore feels guilty. She also doesn’t have time to do the best she can in her classes, so they are all suffering. She almost broke down during her statistics class last night in frusteration, after bombing one of two exams in the class.
She is beginning to think that maybe she wasn’t designed for a drone-job. She is terribly creative, loves kids, is great with computers, is very verbal. She’d like to get a job using those skills. She is thinking about quitting her full time job and waitressing, to pay the bills. The main attraction to waitressing is the fact that it’s not a 9-5, and that she could work different shifts, therefore breaking up the monotony she now finds herself in.
She knows she’d be good in the tech fields, she’s a great troubleshooter. But she has almost zero experiance. But what she does know is that she is experiancing physical manifestations of stress, most of them as a result of not having enough time to devote to school, which she really wants to be her primary concern.
She realises that asking virtual-friends for life-advice is silly. But she’s merely looking for imput. Wisdom of those who have come before her, and who don’t worry about her immediate well-being, as her parents are wont to do. Her friends are all college students, who, desipte being lovely people, are either bank-rolled by their parents or are in debt so far at this point, they don’t care. Their advice usually isn’t that profound.
If you were 20, and were in SwimmingRiddles’s situation, what would you do? Quit your thankless, though financially secure job and potentially embark on a career of dealing with bad knees, varicose veins, bad tippers? Or stay where you are, because the evil you know is better then the evil you don’t?
A little persistance goes a long way. Announcing:
“I go on guilt trips a couple of time a year. Mom books them for me.” A custom made Wally .sig!