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For some reason, my lj won't let me go to other people's profiles tonight, so the night after I got back into livejournal after... ages of being away, I will make a post rather than reading and commenting on other peoples.
So, I've got a job. Yay! ... Money ... There isn't much else to yay about. I wanted to be an accounts clerk of some kind. Payroll officer, Accounts Payable/Receivable clerk, Accounts all-rounder, bookkeeper. Something in accounts. What I got was a basically an admin/customer service position.
Not that I'm complaining (that much). It's a nice place to work, I like my workmates, my boss, my managers, the location, getting paid. It's just sad because it's not what I wanted to do. And after a month of leaving before 7am and getting home after 7.30pm to get to a job that I'm not passionate about, I'm a bit down about it.
But I'm planning to get a motorbike... maybe... I dunno. I'm not a decisive person. I don't make plans for the future. I'm thinking of three directions I can go in:
1. Get a motorbike, move out of home and keep working where I am now (it's a growing company, I'm a good worker, I can get promoted.)
2. Go back to uni next year. Not Wollongong. Bleh, heck no. But go and finish a degree so that I get a piece of paper that says I'm an achiever (with the added bonus of bludging another year.)
3. Go to England. Geez, how much I want to go to England. It's calling me, I tell you.
The other thing about working so much is that I have no time for writing any more. That was always the thing about being a social person and an introverted writer, whenever anyone would say 'lets hang out' I'd jump at the chance. Now I keep hanging out with people rather than spending those couple of hours in between when I get home and when I go to bed writing.
I think there was more I wanted to say, but I can't think of it right now. Maybe I'll make another entry in my lunch break tomorrow as I stare wistfully out the window at Max Brenner.
So that's me. Tell me about you. I miss reading lj entries
So, I've got a job. Yay! ... Money ... There isn't much else to yay about. I wanted to be an accounts clerk of some kind. Payroll officer, Accounts Payable/Receivable clerk, Accounts all-rounder, bookkeeper. Something in accounts. What I got was a basically an admin/customer service position.
Not that I'm complaining (that much). It's a nice place to work, I like my workmates, my boss, my managers, the location, getting paid. It's just sad because it's not what I wanted to do. And after a month of leaving before 7am and getting home after 7.30pm to get to a job that I'm not passionate about, I'm a bit down about it.
But I'm planning to get a motorbike... maybe... I dunno. I'm not a decisive person. I don't make plans for the future. I'm thinking of three directions I can go in:
1. Get a motorbike, move out of home and keep working where I am now (it's a growing company, I'm a good worker, I can get promoted.)
2. Go back to uni next year. Not Wollongong. Bleh, heck no. But go and finish a degree so that I get a piece of paper that says I'm an achiever (with the added bonus of bludging another year.)
3. Go to England. Geez, how much I want to go to England. It's calling me, I tell you.
The other thing about working so much is that I have no time for writing any more. That was always the thing about being a social person and an introverted writer, whenever anyone would say 'lets hang out' I'd jump at the chance. Now I keep hanging out with people rather than spending those couple of hours in between when I get home and when I go to bed writing.
I think there was more I wanted to say, but I can't think of it right now. Maybe I'll make another entry in my lunch break tomorrow as I stare wistfully out the window at Max Brenner.
So that's me. Tell me about you. I miss reading lj entries