This Adult Thing, Not Fun.

This is something that is pretty unrelated to the Russian. And more about me venting about some current life situations. Mainly, my job.

I had a job, when I first started this blog (same job I met the Russian at) and I LOVED IT. I love working in environments where I can meet a lot of people, make friends, do thought provoking work and make money. Do to the economy and the field of work I was in the position I held was cut due to budgetary issues. I literally jumped from job to job that summer trying to find something that actually paid my bills (house note, credit cards and slight shopping addiction) while keeping my attention.

The two jobs I had did none of those. I never think of myself as high and mighty or above others, but those jobs felt so beneath me I never wanted to talk about what I did with anyone. Hell, I never even changed my job on Facebook. My current job, I’m proud to have (the pay could be a lot better) and don’t mind discussing it with other people. However, it is a male dominated field and the men (except for one) are not good guys. Very chauvinistic, controlling, micromanagers and well, mean.

I’m already getting the urge to find another job. I’ve been here for about six months and it just isn’t doing it for me anymore. I’m still in my mid-twenties and I feel like life is too short to stay in one job I’m not enjoying. Many of the girls I work with I just adore. They crack me up and we have become friends. I’d hate to lose that but if I get screamed at because a boss couldn’t find something of his (I’m not his assistant, personal secretary or wife) I will lose my mind. I get fussed at enough by the man I’m dating.

I plan to update my resume and start slowly putting it out there just to see what I find. Is that horrible of me? I just know what it’s like to work in a great environment where I can learn things so I don’t want to settle. Also, the idea of keeping the same job I don’t thoroughly enjoy for the next 20 years terrifies me.