I look around my life and realize the depth of the sacrifices I am making for my career. It has taken me to a job in which, even though I am blessed with being happy, I am not content any longer with where I am. I hope this will continue to serve as my motivation to push myself to better my life with my photography and writing.
Yet, waking in a bunk bed which is braced and suspended from the ceiling, is not my ideal sleeping arrangement. At least not in a daily sleeping routine, camping or traveling is an entire other thing.
I knew once I saw the space, being a lot smaller than I expected, it would not be ideal. However, since my day job was closed for almost 2 weeks in December, my ability to pay the bills I need to pay have dwindled. I cannot continue to live in this manner. The plan to stay working part time in a doctors office was to get 30-35 hours a week, keep the budget tight and use the extra time to put into my business.
However, when I am only getting 16 - 29 hours a week, things change. Considering I work for the medical version of Miranda Priestly, I ask myself...when is enough, enough?
I was surprised when I found I enjoyed the work in this particular office. I absolutely love and adore the woman I work with, Theresa, however, the person who signs my check can be a bully and be cruel. As I have been glad to get into the groove of working into an office so I can make money. It has been the past two months which have really taken me into a depth of reconsidering my current plan.
I am grateful to have a job, but should we have to face the work we do with a boss who is unstable, cruel and makes you feel like you need to walk on egg shells? I hope not...so this past weekend I applied for some office positions with the hopes that in the next three weeks I can be moving into a new position which will pay better.
This is not quite the plan I had hoped for - I wanted to leave from this doctors office into my business full time. But, being in a place that sucks my creative soul dry is not working for me anymore. I am drained at the end of my day after I work out and return to get productive, I am finding I am not productive at all. I am not inspired in this space, instead I am frustrated.
Thankfully, my amazing friend Miss E has allowed me to step into her space, which is uplifting and inspires me, to work today. I am looking forward to approaching her in the future to stop by and work in her living room as my office.
If nothing else there is a light at the end of the tunnel in the form of a blessing from a friend. Along with the hope of a better paying job which will help uplift me financially.
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