So, as most of you are no doubt aware, I’ve taken the LSAT. It’s been a long road and a long time coming, but this Saturday I actually showed up on time and took that behemoth down. I won’t know my scores until January 10, but I’ve experienced a strange phenomenon that began immediately, despite the delay in the receipt of my scores:
I have senioritis again.
Okay, so it’s technically not senioritis since I’m not a senior in any sense of the word, but it feels *extremely* similar to senioritis. Let me explain.
I’m really tired of my job. I’m tired of coming to work every morning, and being chained here for 8-9 hours a day while I listen to people whine about some little inconvenience for which they want to be unfairly compensated. It’s tiring. It’s frustrating. And it makes me feel like I’m wasting my time. Working 8-5 like this has really made me realize how valuable my time is, and spending each day watching it burn away is really, really hard for me. It’s even worse knowing that this is so temporary – I have no intention of sticking with my current job for any length of time. In fact, I don’t plan on sticking with it past this summer. But I have to stay with it, or else I’ll be totally broke. I’m beginning to understand what it means to be a slave to money, and it sucks, guys. It sucks bad.
I have no motivation to perform at work anymore. I get here in the morning and try to figure out how I can entertain myself until work is out, all the while doing enough “work” to seem productive. To make matters worse, I’ve address the issue of my lack of work with my supervisor, who has done nothing to change anything.
Every minute that I spend writing a pointless claim review, every minute that I spend talking on the phone to a moron who cut his own finger at a restaurant and wants money for it – all I can think about is that every minute is one minute closer to being out of this job forever.
Don’t get me wrong. I definitely feel a certain amount of gratitude for the fact that I even *have* a job in times like this. And as jobs go, this one is definitely not the worst. It’s just not for me. Nothing about it makes my heart feel fulfilled.
So I’m counting the days, guys, until I can get out, say goodbye to this place, and start the new chapter of my life – the one that actually leads somewhere.
1 comments:
Man, I can completely relate with that! Every time I think I'm going to be free of my job (CW not WH) some financial need forces me to stay. You have my deepest sympathies!
You just have to make it 'till the end of the summer. In the mean time, use some of those sick days. =)
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