Most people who know me think that I’m a pretty
happy-go-lucky person. And I am. Until I’m not. I laugh a lot. I make jokes. I laugh at other people's jokes. I go out of town to cheer for people doing races. I stay in town and cheer for people doing races. I encourage. I applaud. I quietly break down.
Lately, I’ve really been struggling. I hate my job. Let me repeat that. I HATE MY JOB!!!!! I loathe it. I abhor it.
I detest it. For so many reasons,
none of which I’ll go into here (but could be persuaded to over a glass of
wine), this isn’t the place that I should be working.
But I am. Because the
money is pretty good. At least, it’s
good for my position. Which is a
secretary. A job for which I am grossly
overqualified. Which sounds snobby. And I don’t mean it to. I think there’s nothing wrong with
secretaries. I think it’s a perfectly
respectable profession. However, after graduating from law school and passing
the Maryland Bar exam, this is not how I imagined my life.
But I’m here because I’m complacent. And it’s scary to think of trying something
new. Because the unknown is so vast and
unpredictable. Here, I know I’ll be
supporting a jerk, working with a few fellow secretaries that make me want to
punch them in the throat, and generally being unchallenged. And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of having morons tell me what to
do.
I’m tired of having no power and no say in my “career.” I’m tired of being embarrassed when the
inevitable DC question of “So, what do you do?” comes up. I want to be able to proudly say what it is
that I do. What I want to do is plan
events, especially weddings. But how
scary to leave a steady paycheck to do that?
So, instead, I’m preparing to study for the DC Bar
exam. So that I can have more career
options.
Kelsey says I can quit my job. She’s said it repeatedly in fact, but I don’t
trust easily. She loves me without
question. This I know to the depths of
my being. But I don’t know whether she’ll
catch me if I fall. And I will
fall. Because life is complicated. And tough.
And surviving on one income is difficult under the best of
circumstances.
And I’m scared of the unknown. What if we're supposed to meet at the elevator, but she goes to the escalator instead and we miss each other? And Kelsey has so many great qualities, but
being the take charge person isn’t one of them.
So what if I fall on my butt (which is padded)? Or on my face (which isn’t)? I can’t take the risk.
So, instead, I cry on the subway train. I deactivate my Facebook account. I dream of a different life. Sometimes, I’m single in that life. Sometimes I’m still with Kelsey. But always, I’m happier than I am right
now. In this moment.
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