This seems to be a year full of decisions for me. I imagine that it comes with being in my mid twenties and having only a vague idea of what I want to do with myself. I've always struggled a bit with this whole adult thing. The novelty of it wore off at some point earlier this year and it's left me puttering about my daily life torn between responsibilities and the inner child inside. I also made the decision to move back to North Carolina after spending the better part of the last two years in Austin, Texas. I feel like it is a little to early to call it one way or the other, but the early results aren't promising.
In the five months I've been home I've held 5 different jobs. This is really out of my normal way of doing things. Three of them have been various types of machine shops. Tracking Point has been romanticized in my head a bit and I think that I liked the people more than the job. The shops I've worked at while home have all been miserable, underfunded and under appreciated messes. No one seems to actually read my resume so I get placed on the mill, which I am borderline awful at. One of the jobs lasted all of a day. They told me it was an entry level advertising position. When I got there it turned into a sales job immediately. I finished out the first day and promptly went to work at my cousin's movie theater, or job number 5.
This latest shop isn't the worst by any means but I just can't stand the work. I spent the better part of Thursday and Friday wrecking my nerves over nothing. I'm just not invested enough in the work to put forth my best effort. I spent the weekend thinking it over. For some reason I felt like this was something I had to do. That it was my only choice. I hated it. I spent the weekend drinking, watching football and writing with the idea that machining was my future running around in my brain. Monday comes around and it's another awful day. I'm called cocky. I'm told that I'm all talk. That I've shown the company that hired me absolutely nothing. It got under my skin a bit. I knuckled down and showed them I knew what I was doing but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. On the way home it finally hit me, go back to school.
So that is what I did. I applied to GTCC last night and filled out all my FAFSA information. I don't get a Pell Grant for this semester but by the time Fall 2014 rolls around I should be set. I'd been toying with the idea for a while anyway, this job was the impetus I needed to finally shift into that gear. I've proven all I need to myself when it comes to machining. I have no real desire to do it anymore. It's time to move on to new pastures. I'm a writer. Some of the best times of my life have been writing stuff for Comics Bulletin or covering events for them. I'm not going to school for journalism however, at least not at the moment. I'm looking more into Advertising. I feel like the mixed media approach that it offers would allow me to flex what little creative muscle I have. I'm excited. It made work bearable today. Knowing that this isn't the end all be all of my career life allowed me to relax and get over myself a bit.
To sum it up I guess... 26 years old. Going to college. Oh boy.
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