How the hell did I end up in this hole of feeling empty again?
I don’t understand what went wrong…
I almost tumbled and fell, but managed to get up to migrate a few streets away to another building under the same roof, praying it would be my solace,
But apparently not…
I feel like I’m stuck at a dead end in career land as a young millennial soul-searching to find her place in this city…
I don’t understand what went wrong…
I almost tumbled and fell, but managed to get up to migrate a few streets away to another building under the same roof, praying it would be my solace,
But apparently not…
I feel like I’m stuck at a dead end in career land as a young millennial soul-searching to find her place in this city…
Let me begin by saying how the majority of people who have a job want to be able to help and do a “job” at said job… no matter the size or effort of the task…
We’re all supposed to be in this world to make a difference,
And having that stripped away makes you feel like the only thing you’re doing is sitting in a box that feels like a louder version of solitary confinement, giving x amount of time to the man, and seeing yourself as a body instead of an asset to your team…
But on the flip side, it is quite the blessing to be granted with any opportunity in your field, which shouldn’t be taken for granted, especially because you get handed green paper for as long as you show up and continue to earn an A for effort, even with your assignment notebook being empty most of the time, and not “obtain the fuck up”, meaning to be pushed down the edge of a jagged cliff and put into a trash can…
We’re all supposed to be in this world to make a difference,
And having that stripped away makes you feel like the only thing you’re doing is sitting in a box that feels like a louder version of solitary confinement, giving x amount of time to the man, and seeing yourself as a body instead of an asset to your team…
But on the flip side, it is quite the blessing to be granted with any opportunity in your field, which shouldn’t be taken for granted, especially because you get handed green paper for as long as you show up and continue to earn an A for effort, even with your assignment notebook being empty most of the time, and not “obtain the fuck up”, meaning to be pushed down the edge of a jagged cliff and put into a trash can…
Trying to navigate through this “big scary adult world” as a youngin right out of college in a campus of 16000 people where nearly all of them can be your parent feels… weird…
It also feels like finally getting inside the restaurant door and taking a seat at the table after waiting your turn for 2 hours…
You fill your plate with sweets and tasty treats and everything your being craves to eat,
Fill it with fruits and veggies and meats galore being so excited for a new beginning… you then place a juicy steak on your plate…
You cut through that first piece of steak that cuts like butter…
Aaaaand then the plate gets snatched from you…
Only leaving a paper table cover and utensils…
You fill your plate with sweets and tasty treats and everything your being craves to eat,
Fill it with fruits and veggies and meats galore being so excited for a new beginning… you then place a juicy steak on your plate…
You cut through that first piece of steak that cuts like butter…
Aaaaand then the plate gets snatched from you…
Only leaving a paper table cover and utensils…
“Ok Mr. Indian Giver, I’ll just go to a new restaurant in the same building… peace out, suckaaaazzz!!!”
You end up going to the new restaurant, and apparently the restaurant management in this building has some issues…
This time, instead of a buffet line, you’re given a menu, order several items, and they’re out of every single one of them…
This time, instead of a buffet line, you’re given a menu, order several items, and they’re out of every single one of them…
Now you’re starving and want to hit a punching bag with a home run bat to strike away the frustration due to some failed attempts at hitting a home run…
After dusting yourself off, despite being pretty famished, you continue down the rugged road to find that place that will give your food, let you eat your food, and let you use your magic to make other people food!
But, if you ever feel a void in your professional life, realize that it’s not your title that defines you…
It’s your holistic being and your actions that speak far louder than green paper and a wallet…
Through resilience and persistence, you will find the x that marks your spot,
As your thriving and jumping into your gold room like Scrooge McDuck!
Life is yours!
Now go eat your damn cake!
It’s your holistic being and your actions that speak far louder than green paper and a wallet…
Through resilience and persistence, you will find the x that marks your spot,
As your thriving and jumping into your gold room like Scrooge McDuck!
Life is yours!
Now go eat your damn cake!
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