The last few days at work have been stressful, to say the least. I find myself in a job where I am fulfilling the roles of what would be 3 jobs in a normal company, and have been given none of the required training I was promised I would receive - making me just another flaw in a stumbling, start-up company. The last two days, my boss has found reason to make me the scapegoat for her unpreparedness. If I am to screw up my own responsibilities, I understand that there will be a lecture and possible consequences to follow, but to have to deal with the same flack as a result of someone else's mistake - I'm not sure I'm on board with that.
It got so bad that I started researching jobs in the field of travel in the middle of the day yesterday.
You're done with school. Get a career. Settle in. Make a life for yourself. - These are the sorts of obligations that run through my head every time I get the urge to try out a new path. Yet, every time I mention these same thoughts to anyone but my parents, they can't believe that I am serious.
"You're 22! Test the waters! This is not permanent. Do what you want to do before you nail yourself down"
You can imagine how difficult it is to get up in the morning for more abuse after receiving advice like that. For a wanderlust queen like myself, the only thing keeping me from booking my next voyage to a far off land, is the fact that I don't even have enough time to book the ticket. I guess that's a good thing in a way. If I ever cut back to one single job, this could be a problem...
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