ranting and raving…

So yeah, I’m finally updating… only because I’ve been receiving threatening e-mails from Melissa. Damn stalkers… I had no idea I was that intriguing.Anywho, not a whole lot to report on really… that’s why I haven’t updated. But as a result of the threatening e-mails and my not having access to my system all morning at work, I’ve decided it was finally time to give in and write something.

Let’s see… where to begin, where to begin. Well, tax season has arrived and I’m working all sorts of overtime again at work. Good for my savings account, bad for my mental health. It would be nice if I could make a little more money (or, really, A LOT more money) and not have to put in all the extra hours. I’ve started looking elsewhere for employment… a few good prospects, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up.I mean, come on, I’m 24 years old, I’m college educated, a quick learner, a hard worker, punctual, likeable ( I think and have been told at least), a team player, have excellent communication skills (both verbal and written)…all that good stuff. Shouldn’t I be making more money? Shouldn’t I be able to afford to move out of my parents’ house? I think so.

I mean, I did everything right. I got good grades in high school, worked hard, went to a good college, graduated in 4 years… Sometimes I look around and it just doesn’t seem fair. Why do I have friends who slacked and are doing better than I am? Friends who didn’t graduate or go to college. They, thus, have more work experience than I do. They didn’t waste 4 years and a lot of money on a degree in Political Science like I did. What sort of skills has that provided me with? The art of bullshit? That’s about all I can think of… and I had that long before I went to college.

What am I supposed to tell my kids (assuming I’ll be able to afford children someday)? Honey, don’t work too hard… It’ll only lead to disappointment in the end. Oh, and god forbid, if you’re going to go to college, don’t choose a major that you’ll have some sort of interest in or will enjoy… that just leads to poverty.

So, anyway, I’ve started looking into and applying for jobs that are more related to my degree. Jobs that pay more, that might not even require me to work ridiculous amounts of overtime. I guess the good thing is that I already have a job… a job that I’m comfortable in and that for the most part I enjoy and that pays enough for me to live somewhat comfortably in the style to which I’m accustomed, so I can afford to be a little more selective in my job hunting than I once was. I can cast aside jobs that don’t pay enough, sound less interesting, or require a longer, more tedious, commute. I just want to move out my parents’ home, pay off my car loan, and get a good start on my student loan… is that too much to ask? I think not.

I’m good with my money. I’m a natural saver. I have little to no credit card debt, a decent amount of cash in my savings account, and a growing 401k plan… pretty rare for someone my age. I’ve always been good with my money. Even when I was a kid, I’d go on field trips and somehow manage to make money. Just ask my best friend Andrea. We’d go on trips to DC or Boston or the Cape and they’d give us 5 bucks for food and I’d always try to spend less than they gave me. Also I was never big on souveneirs. It’s just crap you don’t need. So I’d usually end up returning home with an extra few bucks in my pocket.

Anyway, I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore… what was supposed to be just a quick update has turned into quite a long rant about my sad financial status. It’s just a lot of whining and self-pity, but goddamnit, it’s my journal and I’m allowed.


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