The End

So hard to arrive at the end when you have been doing somewhere for so long....don't you think. Friday and now its the end and all I can concentrate is on the end because I don't really see a beginning anywhere in the sight. I worked there for 3 years to the dot and I thought this is it, my life, my health, and my intelligence is worth more than this unchallenging position. So I wrote a letter and left knowing that in this market it might be difficult to find something new that I might want to do and which would pay me enough so that I might want to keep doing it. But now that I have been to a couple of interviews I feel I would be cheeting myself to take these admin positions in which I would be someones gofer and the very lowest on the totem pole.

I am not sure how I arrived at this position. I am an incredibly dedicated hardworker who graduated from a good college (UCSB). I had dreams and aspirations. I had ambitions. And now the world is offering me table scraps!

I feel imposed upon by these worthless jobs and I feel frustrated by life in general.

The worse part is I don't see a clear way of my dilemma and I don't think its from lack of searching. I wonder is it the economy, or does everyone just settle for employment they feel are below them?

I am very confused.