Last night, I had a dream that I think says a lot about my current lot in life.
I dreamt that I was working. The shelves in the store were laid out as they are at the computer store where I work, and there were items spread throughout as normal. Where the wireless routers would normally be at work, though, there were hamburgers of various types, discounted for rapid sale. Most of these were wrapped in white paper, but a few were not.
An elderly couple came into the store to browse, and the hamburgers caught their eyes. This was probably because they were on special sale for only $0.99. They asked for assistance selecting a hamburger, and proceeded to ask inane questions about each one.
I happened to glance over toward the front counter and there, hanging above it where we usually have our return policy, there was a large sign like they have at McDonald's, with information about the various burgers available in the store.
Last night, when I was driving home from work, I was wondering again why I'm working such a stupid job. No, I don't sell hamburgers at work. I might as well, though. The job is about as rewarding as that one time I worked at McDonald's. I make more money and I generally talk to more people (at McDonald's, they mostly had me in the back flipping burgers until right before I quit, when they were training me for more glorious roles).
At this job, and at other jobs I've worked, I get asked why a smart person like me is working there. Those questions come not from my general coworkers, but from my managers. They don't get it. The simple answer is that I just work where I can get paid, but I'm sick of doing that. I want to work a job I like, but I'm stuck in this trap where I just work crap jobs and make ends meet.
The dream seemed to me like a subconscious manifestation of my dissatisfaction with current place of employ. If I could find a job I thought would keep me engaged and well-paid for more than the first few months, if I could be sure I wouldn't get extremely sick of it as I do most every job I've ever had, I'd switch in a minute. I don't think I have to have some PHd to find a job that'll work for me, and I don't think there's ever going to a job I'll "love" aside from working for myself. But something about what I'm doing now just isn't working.
On an unrelated note, today I went to check my mail and I noticed that the "out" box at our apartment complex has been removed. In its place is a note explaining that we can no longer be offered this service, because people have been stealing mail, or the stamps off mail so that they could use them on their own letters. We're now expected to walk a few blocks to the nearest drop box and use that.
Sometimes, my life sucks.
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|joseph_valencia - January 10, 2006 (12:30 PM)
Oh; I thought it was going to be one those inspirational dreams, like the one that King feller had...
|Halon - January 10, 2006 (04:52 PM)
Do you have a college degree?
|honestgamer - January 10, 2006 (05:45 PM)
No degree, though I'm not far from an Associates. That's been the case for awhile, though.
I'd eventually like to finish up Associate's and Bachelor's degrees, but in the meantime there's the problem of paying for food and rent and such.
Oddly, I went to pick up my check today from work and a few changes may be in store for me at my job. Favorable ones. I'll see how that works out later this week.
|Halon - January 11, 2006 (05:02 PM)
I say go for the degree since you don't have too many other options unless you want to go into a trade or something (that probably won't be your thing either).
|True - January 23, 2006 (01:37 PM)
Sadly, you and I have the same life. Except my job is far less appealing. Why was I under the impression that you wrote for Hardcore Gamer magazine though? *Shrugs.* Just a suggestion, but there are thousands of websites out there that hire people (and pay them) to write. You may want to try one of those. The problem is finding one that you like.