|This is a little more realistic.|
The last few weeks I've been fighting a sort of job-related malaise. Actually, I've been fighting job-related malaise for a lot longer than that, but I've been thinking about it a lot for the last few weeks. I guess it boils down to the fact that, although I'm using my degree and editing and stuff, my job has nothing to do with my interests. I occasionally get to be passionate about punctuation, but the vast majority of my day is spent on stuff that just doesn't blow my skirt up.
I think my generation has this idea that we all deserve jobs that make us happy. I feel like we expect to wake up and feel excited about going to work every morning. But in my experience, this is hardly ever the case. I don't hate my job, my boss isn't evil, I make decent money for what I do. I am working hard on being okay with having a job that isn't fun or wild or even particularly interesting, because there are hardly any other jobs out there that would even be this good a fit. Wish me luck on that shit.
Man, this post is a downer, huh? Do you have a job you love? How do you cope with a job you don't?
P.S. While it's probably true that most literate people could get certified to teach English, I feel obligated to point out that most people wouldn't have been as awesome a teacher as I was.