Purpose, it’s that little flame
that lights a fire under your ass
Purpose, keeps you going strong
like a car with a full tank of gas…
Everyone has a purpose, so what’s mine?
So yeah. I spend my days at work in production looking at my co-workers, wondering if they feel like I do. I’m pretty sure my mother doesn’t, she’s been doing basically the same type of job for as long as I can remember, without seeming to feel any of the dissatisfaction I get out of it. Not that I hate the job, because I don’t, but I feel completely pointless doing the work, and I can’t seem to mentally and emotionally handle that sort of feeling. There must be plenty of people who can, because there are certainly a lot of people with that type of job, and they go home at night and do whatever they do at home and don’t question themselves the way I am right now. The way I have been for a couple of weeks.
I would very much like to find a job that at least has me using my skills. I would like even more to have a job in the industry I plan to pursue. I would like the most to have that and be making enough to live on and save for a wedding and school with.
The compromise is currently that I have a job. Not making enough to save. Making just enough to live on, maybe, but it’s a temp job that goes away when I move. And it’s a job that doesn’t use any of my skills at all. I feel like a trained monkey. Seriously. A trained monkey could do this, probably better than we could. Then again, they’d probably be too smart to want to bother…
I was happier watching Mamma Mia 8 times a week.
Everyone’s a little bit unsatisfied
Everyone goes ’round a little empty inside
Take a breath, look around
Swallow your pride,
Nothing lasts, life goes on full of surprises
You’ll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You’re going to have to make a few compromises