Always Putting Out Fires-- Rant

[AshleyJordan]

Anyone else feel like their twenties have just been one crisis to another? Honestly, as soon as I get one obstacle taken care of (in this case fighting my student loan company to get $40,000 in extra fees taken off of my account, yes kids, that's $40K extra they tried to charge me) it's something new! Work's going well, I'm invited to be on the board of another nonprofit, and today I find out that my younger sister quit her job and now devotes herself full-time to a very serious cocaine addiciton and my landlord wants to make renovations to my building that result in my losing most of my windows, so I will probably have to move again while I'm trying to focus instead on buying. Granted, I realize that the sister problem is much more serious than my apartment, but this just all feels like too much drama, and like every step I try to make forward, life just bites me in the ass. Argh! I don't want to be panic-button girl, and I know I can handle it all, but it's depressing, and stressful, as shit.

[wordsmith]

I, too, am constantly putting out fires. It's a lifelong thing for me. I'm doing well to even temporarily put one out in order to focus on other, bigger ragers. I know the feeling. It's never just one issue.

[WorkInProgress]

If there's anything I learned from my parents, it's that there are always faster rats (in the rat race), and they don't just show up in one's 20s.

[Still Looking]

I know the feeling....fighting with the credit card companies, banks, family matters (girl friend troubles in my case), and then having to listen to all of that bs from boss hog at work! I have been trying to buy a house for the past year, but there is always a fire to put out instead of using the time to concentrate on locating a home. I still don't know how to deal with everything. There are only 24 hours in a day, so some stuff just doesn't get taken care of. Also, I only get paid every other week, so people should wait to hit me up for money on those days instead of bugging me everyday.

[spiritedaway]

Putting out fires at work. Putting out fires at home. Putting out fires at whatever life throws at you. Sometimes it really brings you down, and you can't help but wonder what you're doing it all for? Different problems, but I could relate. One thing at a time, I guess. Good luck.

Anyone else feel like their twenties have just been one crisis to another? Honestly, as soon as I get one obstacle taken care of (in this case fighting my student loan company to get $40,000 in extra fees taken off of my account, yes kids, that's $40K extra they tried to charge me) it's something new! Work's going well, I'm invited to be on the board of another nonprofit, and today I find out that my younger sister quit her job and now devotes herself full-time to a very serious cocaine addiciton and my landlord wants to make renovations to my building that result in my losing most of my windows, so I will probably have to move again while I'm trying to focus instead on buying. Granted, I realize that the sister problem is much more serious than my apartment, but this just all feels like too much drama, and like every step I try to make forward, life just bites me in the ass. Argh! I don't want to be panic-button girl, and I know I can handle it all, but it's depressing, and stressful, as shit.

[allie1105]

Its hard...always trying to juggle everything and live up to everyone's expectations. Trying to keep it all together while keeping yourself out of trouble is very difficult.

I seem to find that I am always putting fires out with my life, also...usually its pertaining to my job, and many times I put myself into the situations I get into. Focus on one at a time...a person can only handle so much.

[GreenwithEnvy]

This definitley rings a bell. If it's not one thing, it's another. Everything seems like it just has to be hard for me. I honestly cannot think of one thing that has ever come easy to me. Anything.

Everything from learning to read and write when I was in first grade to getting my drivers license to getting a job to getting a boyfriend...trouble, setbacks, troubles, more setbacks. It's a pain. I hate it. And I'm at the point now that I just can't handle it anymore.

At work, I bust my ass and go out of my way to try and accomodate the customers -- even the ignorant, undeserving ones. Does it matter? No. Do they appreciate it? No. Do I get thanked or rewarded? No.
At home, I do everything in my power to help my mom, who has kidney disease. This leads to her being very weak and tired, and so I am left with the housework, the running around, the errands, etc...and is it ever good enough? No. I mean, my mom thanks me and appreciates it, but it's not like it's making her better.
And no matter how hard I work, my dad always thinks of something else for me to do. I mean I could build a 3 story house and he'd say, "Why didn't you build four stories?"
Personally, I am not satisfied with myself. I hate my job and any prospect of a new job -- not b/c I'm afraid to work, but I hate convention. I hate the idea of a 9-5. No, I don't just hate it -- I'm terrified of it. I can't live like that. Yet there doesn't seem to be a way out of it.
With my writing, I try to do it as often as possible and it was a goal of mine to have a manuscript sent out by the end of this year. That is just not going to happen. I don't have the time and my mind is so all over the place that I can't focus on one story.
I could go on...but I have to go to work and bust my ass for six dollars an hour and people who don't give a damn.

Everything feels so effed up it's not even funny.

I know my rant doesn't help you, but at least you know you aren't alone.