Pressure

Ahh pressure, I used to say that I worked better under pressure...yeah not anymore. Pressure has led me to pull a weekend of all nighters, without any drinking , dancing, music, or friends involved. The all nighters have also caused me to do some weird stuff, make bad judgment calls, and somehow think that my fluffy white cat really was a snowball. Sleep deprivation is not always the best thing. But I must thank my miracle concoction of Super Vitamin B Complex and ginseng. I only got 4 hours of sleep last night (a lot compared to my weekend) and now I am wired.

Working on my honors thesis has led me to believe that a lot of crap about school is overrated. Ok this is where I stand. I am an English major, which means that when I graduate in May I will have zero marketable skills. What kind of a job do you get as an English major? Yeah, you don't. I can't teach, I do not have a teaching degree and unless I want to continue my education and go for a teaching certificate, teaching is not an option.

Of course, there is always the option of continuing my education and pursuing a Master's degree. Sounds fine and dandy, right? Nope, see you cannot have an undeclared master's. Ok, so I am screwed again. My love of books, reading them, not writing them, has led me to this state.

Though I complain, I must admit, I really did enjoy a lot of the classes I took. I learned a lot, but unfortunately, it does not open a lot of doors for a career. Then again, I really don't mind. I do not want to define myself by my career anyway. A job does not define a person. As far a job, well I have had my share of crappy ones, but I find that if you find a way to make it worth your while, then it's not so bad. Hey I was a cashier at a tiny grocery store, this place didn't even have a scanner, still doesn't, but I found a way to make it fun. I even found a slight bit of amusement when I worked at a print shop and spent my days covered in blue ink.

Who knows, the job I have now may lead me to my future. Somehow I managed to work my way up from receptionist, to assistant office manager to marketing coordinator. I have no idea how that happened, but I blame my creative flare. I may not have it in me to write the next great American novel, but if I can be creative enough to figure out how to boost copier sales, well then, I must be working some sort of magic. So maybe there is a future for me in marketing..Or the circus, whatever..As long as they don't ask me to be a clown.