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Where do I go from here? 2/23/2008 6:52:09 AM
My seasonal job is half over and I have to decide what I want to do next. I'm sitting in my office all alone. I always work alone. I don't know if it's because they trust me so much or because they don't think I'm worth having an assistant. Income tax time is almost half over and I have to start thinking about what I'm going to do once April 16th comes. Since I'm living in a new city, Houston, I don't really know my way around yet, so I can't tell by addresses how far any of the places are. The last thing I need is an hour of rush hour driving to get to an $8.00 an hour job. It strange here in Houston. The good jobs are not usually listed in the newpaper. The ones that are in the want ads are usually low paying or sales positions. Of course there are a lot of medical positions, but I have no training in that field and don't want to get any. So here I sit wondering how I'm going to support myself come April 16th.
Everything here is apply online. I went to a job fair and everyone told me the same thing. I don't want your resume, apply on line. Applying on line is like a jungle. There are hundreds of jobs but no real information on any of them. And they get hundreds of applications for every job.
My age make it harder too. Being a senior citizen (there I said it) doesn't exactly endear me to perspective empolyers with the exception of fast food joints who only want part timers. I don't want fast food, I want a real job that has meaning. I want something that will challenge me and give me a sense of accomplishment. Correction, I don't want that, I need that. My nest is finally empty and I want the rest of my life to mean something. I don't want to die wondering what I missed by taking any job that comes along. I don't want any regrets when my time to pass over comes.
I know that sounds melodramatic, but I've been waiting 40 years to have a life independent of others and now it's here and I want to enjoy it and take pride in any new accomplishments. If that sounds selfish, so be it. This is my time and I want to make the most of it. Whether I have ten minutes of ten years to live I want to die knowing I did something that had value.
Well, I ranted enough for one day, have to get to work. Talk to you all later.
