Pestilog

The Work Force

Sometimes, I wonder why I am still in school. Sometimes, while I am ignoring the fact that I am in school and have lots of work to do, I wonder why I spent the last several years of my life working ridiculous jobs that paid jack. I was a college graduate for Christ's sake. Why was it so beyond me to make over $10 an hour? Then, I recall my college experience, remember why I was relegated to those crap jobs, and wonder how I came out of college with a $120,000 brain and no real job skills to speak of. Then I realize that my current schooling isn't giving me any real job skills either. I have friends who dropped out of highschool and started making annually more than I have pulled in in the last 4 years in the tech sector cause they know a god bit about net working. Damn. Sometimes I think I should just get a job.
And then, like a good friend, God leads me to visions like this one, as if to say, "Jen, what the hell are you thinking?"


one bank on Vimeo

I will always wonder about those corporate retreats and company picnics that I will never go to. Will my search for joy be in vain without them? Maybe. If poeple sing like this at all corporate events, then definatly. But at least I can put all my books aside, stack my drafts on the shelf, and curl up next to me computer to watch this guy sing about his bank and muse about what might have been.
Remember when you were in college Jen?
Remember when you did math? Lots of math? Lots of big hard scary math that no one else could do?
All this time, you could have avoided getting $9 an hour to raise bi-polar kids for the state without health insurance, and been putting that skill to work for your wallet.
You could have been contributing to the private sector, think tanking with numbers all day, with an Newton's cradle and a $100 Cross pen on your desk.
Right now, you could be wearing hose.
You could own "work clothes"
You could work at the bank.
You could be working for that guy.

...and then I doze off, counting in my head the boxes of staples that I would be stealing from that guy's supply closet.

Labels: grad school, thin justification for my existace, video

posted by Veruka2 @ 5:24 AM