.....Just to pass the time
there's something wrong here
there can be no denying......
The Internet is a small place. At times, I have to be very careful about what I say and how I say it. Veil it. Disguise it. Ignore some of the drama going on in my life because I have no idea who knows who I am where I live. So I'm careful to not mention who I work for nor the trauma's I encounter because of my business.
Yet, it's really getting to me. We have endured price increases before, but this one was a humdinger and since I represent my company to my customers, they think it is all my fault and that I should be able to do something about it.
And when I do try help out a small Mom and Pop, I get smacked down by my own company for being too emotional and too passionate.
I have been unsettled. Since when was being passionate a bad thing?
Which is making me become unglued. I'm questioning everything about myself and the profession I chose for myself. If I could turn back the hands of time, things would definitely be different.
In my perfect profession, I see myself as an Archaeologist.
I have a few good years left, maybe I should look into it. I made a vow to myself when I finished my degree that I would not set foot back in a class room. But, that was a long time ago, and like Childbirth (only getting my degree at night school must be worse!), you forget the pain in time.
Just thinking about it is easing the depression I am being sucked into.