I’m having a crisis today…a minor sort of panic attack. I’m 25 and what if something happens to the job I’m at, what would I do?
(my throat constricts at the thought and my breathing becomes slightly labored)
I don’t have an answer.
I do however know what I would not do.
I would not look for another administrative job.
As stated, I’m not very good at it.
My current (and previous) job(s) has showed me that my next position has to include creativeness, nonprofessional office atmosphere (read casual day is every day), writing, reading, thinking, nice people, no multiple phone lines, no daily “how would you like your coffee” shit, and little human interaction (read front desk administrative shit).
Am I being picky?
Yeah, a little, considering that’s what all my experience is in.
So where does this realization leave me?
Nofuckingwhere! I have a degree, but not a specific degree (read doctor, lawyer, business).
Does my bachelor’s mean anything? (she can read, write, research…)
No, not really. It will get me in for an interview but that’s about it. G-R-E-A-T…
I also don’t enjoy the idea of having to familiarize myself with new people and office politics.
Ideally, I’d look for something in publishing and writing. Maybe web content since I learned a little where I am.
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck
To quote Anonymous Amy, “this day is covered in shit”
Luckily I don’t need to figure anything out soon. (knock on wood, fingers crossed…etc)
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I think you’ve just described perfectly why I became a programmer. Especially the part about having little human action and less need for phones. I mean I like people, just not at work.
if only i understood all those ones and zeros….damnit!
they talk back as much but you get a lot less office gossip from them.
Oh I get those days. **hugs**