I can sort of relate to this. Except the creepy playground pedo visits thats kind of sick.
Careers arnt everything, my step dad got through till 30 working behind a bar, he was on not bad money. Plus he was working closely with people, the regulars, friends.. Hes a security guard now with good hours and good pay.
Im stuck in a shit paying dead end job with a boss who's a c**t, work is always about as packed in as possible regardless of whos taking a holiday when, some of the deadlines take the piss, emphasis on shit money and few and far between payrises.
Im faced with having to chase up the college in London to finish my qualifications (the course quidelines seem to change on a daily basis) Shouting down the phone to the receptionist and ReMit managers how they mysteriously lost my coursework and record of what courses im supposed to be put on and telling them to get their fingers out their asses and sort out whats happening.
Point is i think im starting to regret learning a trade. So much f**king about, stress, 3+ years of my life wasted, only to get so little out of it in return. I help out my friend behind the bar and i get a bit of work as a private courier evenings and i earn.. what, triple what my "official" job pays. When i get my own van il earn even more and its nowhere near as stressfull.
If youre really alright for money then i would suggest taking your time, keep looking around to find a job that you really enjoy and feels like it has purpose and whatever else you like. You might even find yourself back at the job where you started.. dont just assume you need a "career" to get somewhere in life.
Sorry for long ass ****ing essay but i thought it had to be said. Seriously though its worth thinking about....
