I spend nearly two hours commuting to my temp job each way. Two hours in the morning. Two hours at night. I spend the time in between doing some glorified data entry for a financial institution.
In a former life, I had two master’s degrees from a top-rated public university and a consulting gig at a pretty well-known marketing firm. I quit that gig because I hated the commute. I moved in with my girlfriend to save money but sat around doing nothing. I was desperate for a job and this temp job opened up. My commute is about the same time but my pay is 33% less.
I’ve been unhappy for a long time. In my career and educational choices. With my body. In my relationship. My ex-girlfriend accused me of a being a stressful person. I denied it. She was probably right. My father is a bit depressive. I inherited that from him as well as his weight and receding hairline.
The above story about my temp job is emblematic of my life: I make a decision with best intentions but, ultimately, end up in a worse off situation. I’m writing this blog mostly for myself because I desperately need to make a change in my life: I want a career, a better body, happiness with my family, and I want to find true love where I feel completeness.
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