When the going gets tough
I bail the fuck out.
So I've been working about 20 hours a week (or more depending on the clusterfuckery) at a job well beneath my brain meats, but
I'm working for more than minimum wage
I'm working with a teensey tiny drive time
I'm working for people I don't hate
I'm not doing any harm
But today I weedled it out of my immediate supervisor that she was going to get more training/education for five months, and I was on the short list for her current position/responsibilities.
I'm not interested in that.
I've been working here a little over a year, and it was always supposed to be a stop gap, a small comfortable transition back into
y'know
real work.
I never intended for this to be a career
hell, I never intended for this to even be a full time job
It hurts
and it's kinda bursty with stress.
I don't want to learn what I have to for this next phase in this job
and I don't want to do it.
I have to actually -look- for a job now.
And I remember that process.
I've not enjoyed it.
Every time.
I don't really know what to do at this exact moment.
Another job likely means moving to another town.
What in the hell am I going to do with my anxiety-ridden door-eating dog in a house that I don't own?
What in the hell am I going to do with my rusty rocket-car?
And just how far does this take me from the path of vengeance?