As of Friday, July, 29th 2005 I became a card carrying member of the graduate educated no one can take it away class of over educated under employed people. It's weird, I've wanted that degree for a long time. I thought it would be a vindication or validation for my choice to pursue poetry as an art and as a way to make my voice creatively heard. I suppose it accomplished the former. However, the latter is a work in progress. The question is. What now?
Over the past two years, my debts have accumulated to catastrophic amounts. Okay, maybe they're not that bad but for what I've been living on they might as well be. I guess that's where I have to start. My job. We all know I hate it. I've bitched about it since almost day one. My problem is, and I fear this may always be a problem (my manager even suggested it might always be an issue), that I may never find any job that satisfies me.
Although, I'll tell you what continually dissatisfies me. It's dead end jobs. I continually find myself in dead end jobs. No where to go. Boredom sets in early and there's no escape. I work my ass off and I watch as people around me settle into the muck of it and somehow stay in those hells for years. I suppose they have reasons but I can't find one to sentence myself to such an end. Hell no!
