Feeling stuck

Dear job,

I know that there are many days that I love you, but seriously you suck right now. When will this frustration end? I don’t know. When will I get to function at the level I am capable? I don’t know. Is this yet another test of my patience? Of course it is.

I am not alone in this struggle, nor am I by far the worst off. I know that today thousands of people my age are struggling to find a job they love, let alone a job they aren’t overqualified for or even pays decently. I am a lucky one – I have a job that allows me to live reasonably well and pay my loans off at almost the maximum payment option (rant about school debt not appropriate here, will save for later).

You came along at a time when I was looking for something else. It worked out that you did, quite well in fact. And you have given me opportunities I probably would not have had anywhere else. But at what point must I draw the line and say that I cannot wait anymore? When do I declare that “sitting tight” (the order from my boss) is just no longer tolerable? When do I go rogue and figure out the next step on my own?

I don’t know the answers to these questions. These thoughts must continue to simmer. It may be weeks or months before I have any solutions, but perhaps the Universe will present them to me in due time.

To be continued.

Me