As it turns out, Fridays are meaningful after escaping the restaurant industry. Since October I have been working my 40 hour weeks, Monday through Friday, and actually partially enjoying it. However I am slowly realizing that the corporate drone life is nothing I was meant for. I am a dreamer. I am a thinker. I am worthy of more.
I spent 6 long years in college, undecidedly trying to find myself. Personal troubles, coupled with financial woes, dominated my first few years – leading me down a haunted path of business classes to obtain a degree I had convinced myself I wanted. I followed my heart and moved back to science. It’s where I belong. My people are there. My love of uncertain experimentation is there. I refuse to leave it.
I spent my time at Western Kentucky University studying animals. I was going to save them all, duh. As it turns out there are no jobs for people like me. Now I’m just trying to make the payments on the loans it took to learn about them. I’m searching for more satisfaction and have an overwhelming desire to help people in the process. I’m returning to school in January. I have no idea what I’m doing. Surprisingly I’ve yet to have a full blown panic over it all. If I can’t figure it all out by then I’ll start with one class, but I have to force myself back in. I owe it to myself to reach my full potential….which doesn’t include menial testing of baby formulas.
condemnedlogic 