Emily Jo

So, I didn’t get that promotion at the children’s library. I really don’t get it. My supervisor acts like I’m Bill Gates incarnate because I can use a computer and I happen to be somewhat creative when it comes to kids, marketing materials, and teen-friendly programming, and yet I get turned down for a job doing pretty much just that, plus some lame data entry, because they chose someone who had more experience in data entry than I do. It’s DATA ENTRY! Is there even such a thing as “experience in Data Entry”? “Make THIS excell sheet look like THIS piece of paper.” I’m pretty sure I could’ve handled it. I guess I understand where they are coming from, but we really could have used the pay raise. I’m so tired of working all the time, and still only bringing in peanuts for pay. I would LOVE a full time job doing something I would be even remotely good at, and that PERFECT job opens up, and I don’t get it. It’s just so frustrating. I feel like it was right there, the thing that was going to move me so much closer to being happy and doing what I WANT to do rather than what I HAVE to do to make ends meet, but it slipped right through my fingers. What am I doing with my life? I want to sing. yeah right. other than American Idol, there’s pretty much no chance of that happening, and since I prefer my soul to be in ONE piece, that’s not really an option. I want to write. Ok. I write. Have I finished a book? No. Have I had anything published in any kind of journal? No. Am I being paid at all for doing what I’m doing in this category at the moment? No. I want to photograph people. What people? No one wants me to photograph them that can pay me for it. I want to create things that make people take notice. I create things that make people take notice…for $8.50 an hour at 30 hours a paycheck. What am I supposed to DO to be APPRECIATED? I am who I am, and aparently, that’s not where the money’s at. And where the money’s not: the kids aren’t, the house isn’t, the nice car isn’t, the college tuition so I can get out of this rut just ISN’T. Good thing people like to pay my husband for being who HE is, otherwise, I’m not really sure WEHRE we’d be.