jamwithash
07-16-2007, 02:24 PM
Hello. This is my first post.
I have avoided writing on here for many months. Perhaps almost a year. Perhaps more than a year. I'm not entirely sure.
Am I in the middle of my quarter-life crisis? I don't know.
Today, I am writing because I was taken aside at work and told that my application had been dropped from the applicant queue while I was away for two weeks because they redefined the requirements, and I don't meet 'em. I had been waiting to be interviewed for this job for two months.
I don't know what all I should say about it. I'm sure writing every detail about my situation would be too long, and may be considered whining.
I know my situation isn't terrible. My primary job allows me plenty of time to get anything of a personal nature done so long as it looks like desk work or can be accomplished in a one-hour-or-less errand. If I were to lose this job, I have a secondary job as an EMT, and could arrange my shifts such that I have plenty of 9-5 time to look for another job, because working as an EMT will not keep me afloat, just help me sink less quickly. I have savings, a rainy day account, and investments in financial reserves. I have a family that could support me if I needed to be supported (though as to whether or not they would is debatable).
I do, however, put a great deal of pressure on myself against testing my financial position. There is no reason I need to leave my primary job without having a better job already lined up, other than I harbor a secret, intense, swelling hatred for it that was only kept at bay by the prospect of moving to a better position within the department. However, now that I'm not going to be interviewed for that job that hate and anger as nothing to do but wither and decompose into depression.
I wish I had made a back-up plan. Not an emergency back-up plan—as I've explained, I have my back-up job all set up—but a back-up plan to what I want to do for my primary job. Hell, I didn't even have much of a primary plan: I applied for the new job within the department because it was one of the first things I thought of doing when I initially considered several months ago how much I hate my current job, how it's not going to directly take me anywhere, and how much time I've wasted not doing what I really want to do.
What do I really want to do anyway? I used to know, a year and some months ago, just before I graduated college. I at least used to have an idea. Several ideas. Goals, even. One of those goals was to be an EMT, however at the time I didn't consider the fact that they can't afford to live in the areas that they serve. It was the easiest goal to accomplish, and it has turned out to be a terrible idea economically, though I am still hopeful that it will still be worthwhile morally and spiritually by enabling me to provide meaningful help to people. What if it was just a bad idea all-around? What if it turns out to be a meaningless accomplishment? What if my larger, grander ideas for what I want to do turn out to be just as meaningless and wasteful? Can everything in life be interpreted that way from some perspective?
My grandparents offered to pay for sessions with a career counselor. I am going to take them up on that. But I don't feel as though I have a proper outlet for the feelings associated with all these things: the loneliness I feel at work, because no one cares about how well I do my job; the isolation I feel at home, because I can't seem to find anyone I really identify with; the helplessness I feel when bills I can't not pay go up; the uncertainty I feel about everything, my living situation and relationships in addition to my job; the anger I feel towards myself when I feel I'm wasting time doing unproductive and enjoyable, or something I did because I thought it would be productive but it wasn't, and if I had just thought about it enough ahead of time I would have surely realized that.
I could use some words of encouragement, suggestions, or stories of similar experiences, please.
I have avoided writing on here for many months. Perhaps almost a year. Perhaps more than a year. I'm not entirely sure.
Am I in the middle of my quarter-life crisis? I don't know.
Today, I am writing because I was taken aside at work and told that my application had been dropped from the applicant queue while I was away for two weeks because they redefined the requirements, and I don't meet 'em. I had been waiting to be interviewed for this job for two months.
I don't know what all I should say about it. I'm sure writing every detail about my situation would be too long, and may be considered whining.
I know my situation isn't terrible. My primary job allows me plenty of time to get anything of a personal nature done so long as it looks like desk work or can be accomplished in a one-hour-or-less errand. If I were to lose this job, I have a secondary job as an EMT, and could arrange my shifts such that I have plenty of 9-5 time to look for another job, because working as an EMT will not keep me afloat, just help me sink less quickly. I have savings, a rainy day account, and investments in financial reserves. I have a family that could support me if I needed to be supported (though as to whether or not they would is debatable).
I do, however, put a great deal of pressure on myself against testing my financial position. There is no reason I need to leave my primary job without having a better job already lined up, other than I harbor a secret, intense, swelling hatred for it that was only kept at bay by the prospect of moving to a better position within the department. However, now that I'm not going to be interviewed for that job that hate and anger as nothing to do but wither and decompose into depression.
I wish I had made a back-up plan. Not an emergency back-up plan—as I've explained, I have my back-up job all set up—but a back-up plan to what I want to do for my primary job. Hell, I didn't even have much of a primary plan: I applied for the new job within the department because it was one of the first things I thought of doing when I initially considered several months ago how much I hate my current job, how it's not going to directly take me anywhere, and how much time I've wasted not doing what I really want to do.
What do I really want to do anyway? I used to know, a year and some months ago, just before I graduated college. I at least used to have an idea. Several ideas. Goals, even. One of those goals was to be an EMT, however at the time I didn't consider the fact that they can't afford to live in the areas that they serve. It was the easiest goal to accomplish, and it has turned out to be a terrible idea economically, though I am still hopeful that it will still be worthwhile morally and spiritually by enabling me to provide meaningful help to people. What if it was just a bad idea all-around? What if it turns out to be a meaningless accomplishment? What if my larger, grander ideas for what I want to do turn out to be just as meaningless and wasteful? Can everything in life be interpreted that way from some perspective?
My grandparents offered to pay for sessions with a career counselor. I am going to take them up on that. But I don't feel as though I have a proper outlet for the feelings associated with all these things: the loneliness I feel at work, because no one cares about how well I do my job; the isolation I feel at home, because I can't seem to find anyone I really identify with; the helplessness I feel when bills I can't not pay go up; the uncertainty I feel about everything, my living situation and relationships in addition to my job; the anger I feel towards myself when I feel I'm wasting time doing unproductive and enjoyable, or something I did because I thought it would be productive but it wasn't, and if I had just thought about it enough ahead of time I would have surely realized that.
I could use some words of encouragement, suggestions, or stories of similar experiences, please.