As if I haven't already been given enough wake-up calls urging me to start pushing myself harder, I have been sent yet another great kick in the pants to get a move on. In an interview for a second entry-level hospitality position, I was told that an employer pays a seventeen-year-old something like 35% less to do the same work as a twenty-two-year-old like myself. How can I compete? And why am I still in a position where I need to?
It dawned on me for the seven hundredth time that this is not how or where I saw myself five years out of high school.
I have spent my time since school calling myself a student, keeping menial entry-level jobs to 'support myself through Uni'. enrolling every other semester in subjects of which I would invariably drop out.
Now this is not to say that I am not happy with where I am. I love my life, but things might be a whole lot easier if I were finishing my first undergraduate degree at twenty-two, not starting it.
There are times where I am really frustrated with selfish hedonist that was younger me. I lament how her actions have to affect me now; she feels like an estranged little sister and yet her actions directly influence the composition of my days. My reality. Her decisions were made with priorities that are not always aligned with my own.
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