This picture perfectly depicts how I feel about my job. This is the face I make everyday to Garrett before I walk out the door for work. I ....HATE...no I loathe, no ABHOR my pathetic meaningless, mundane job. I like to be productive, I like to do things that matter, that make a difference. I feel so unimportant and each second I remain at my job, I feel a little piece of my soul die. I have been there 2.5 years, what does that say for my soul??? I know, with the economy like it is, I should be grateful to even have a job, which I promise, I really am. I even thank heavenly father for it every single night, honest. But ....I really hate it. I also know that I have not finished school and I shouldn't feel this way and I shouldn't feel like I have to have my dream job, and I don't. I am just a firm believer is doing what you love. I am a passionate person and for the past 2.5 years my passion has been suffocating. I am looking and I ran into a friend at Wal-Mart who told me her job is hiring and you don't need ANY experience....she does something, that matters, something that helps people. She gives people with kidney failure their dialysis...AWESOME! I am applying tomorrow. I hope I get it...I want to do something to make a difference. I know I am a brat. Whatever, I don't care...I know this is a random post but I really just felt like venting..there a little better :)
