ch-ch-ch-changes Part 1

(side note...this is a post I have been meaning to write for a long time, as you might have guessed it will explain the changes I have been alluding to over the past month or so. So it's not the longest post ever, I will break it up into multiple posts. If you don't have any interest in my long winded life story please skip these posts. It's a lot of information but I feel like I have to share the whole story if I am going to share anything.)

The Background

I am a person who is interested in a lot of different things, which is good in some ways and bad in others. For example, good= a lot of random knowledge and an excellent player of trivia games Bad= my career choices or I should say career confusion thus far.

In high school I decided I wanted to be a teacher. I joined Future Educators of America and did a mentorship (which was basically like student teaching) in a first grade class. Naturally, when I started college I selected Elementary Education as my major. But I was young as easily influenced. Everyone I was becoming friends with seemed to have these glamours job ideas and (I'm sure this was unintentional and I was just being sensitive) they made me feel like being a teacher was a lame job.

Impulsively, I changed my major to Communications with an emphasis in Broadcasting. Surely I would be able to have a fabulous life working in television, living in NYC and being just like Carrie Bradshaw. I liked my major, it was fun, creative and not very academically strenuous. The summer before my senior year I got an internship on the show Sesame Street and was optimistic this would be the start of my amazing Manhattan life. I was wrong. I didn't really like living in Manhattan or working in TV. It was a lot of bitch work and not much money. Some of my bosses had to file for unemployment for part of the year as well as work 2 or 3 extra jobs. I'm glad I had the experience, but it made me really rethink my career options. (by the way I wrote about my NYC thoughts in this old post.)

I went back to school and enjoyed my senior year. When it came time to start the job search my criteria included something with normal hours, a company where I could eventually move up, and somewhat related to communications. I went on a lot of random interviews and a lot of jobs seemed interesting...but I didn't get any of them. To be honest, I wish I had found a random job babysitting or something during the summer after college and taken some time to think...but I panicked. My parents were putting a lot of pressure on me so when I was offered an entry level job at my current company, I accepted.

The pay wasn't great and I didn't really like what I was doing, but I did well at it and knew that if I continued to preform I would be able to move into a job I enjoyed in a year. It's a large company so I was sure I could find something that fit me. After only 6 months I was asked to interview for another position which paid more and seemed to have more responsibilities, I got the job...and have been there ever since.

For a long time I tried to be optimistic about what I was doing. The economy was tanking so I was happy to have a job. Plus I knew someday I would find something else. But, as time wore on and I became more and more frustrated. The job just wasn't for me.