Beware: this post will most definitely be a pity party for myself. Feel free to continue on or exit out now...
I'm really happy with my job - it's not what I want to do, but I like it. It's flexible, my clients and boss are great and I feel lucky to have a job in these times. However, I still feel like I should pursue what it is I really want to do. I've always wanted to write for a major magazine publication or do PR for a major brand. I'm smart, I work hard and I know I could be good at whatever I decide to do.
With the way things are going - let's face it, i work for a paper and make pennies -Tuesday I decided to apply for a job that requested 1-3 years of experience in PR, which I have. The jobs was for a national fashion label to work here in Houston. The HR lady replied back and said I didn't have the right degree...Um, helloooo, I have a degree in PR, lady. Needless to say, I was pretty upset. She wanted someone with a degree in fashion. Whatev.
So, yesterday I look into school, maybe getting my MFA or perhaps doing a certificate program at one of the art schools here in Houston. This we'll have to wait on. we just bought a house and can't afford school right now. And that's fine, but I want to know my options. I did find this MFA program from an accredited online school based out of California that I think might be good.
Last night B and I got in a fight. I hate fighting. It's exhausting. And even though I was mad, I just didn't feel like fighting. I think we both just get really frustrated and it brings up all kinds of stupid stuff. He's really stressed with his job and test and he has a really short temper and I feel like he takes that stress out on me. And I've been kinda realizing that maybe my dreams of pursing my career are stupid and not gonna happen and I get really pissy. And I don't get in a bad mood often (actually, hardly ever) but when I am in a bad mood, you better watch out! Cause I don't care who you are, you will more than like get the look of death or a few words that can cut like a knife. But, like I said, it's rare. :)
I feel like I work really hard but nothing is ever good enough. Do you ever feel like that? Sometimes I wish I could escape Houston and move somewhere else...with B and my pups of course! I feel like if I'm not in the oil & gas industry I have no place here. I would leap for joy if B came home and said, "Babe, I got a job in NY/Chicgao/LA/San Diego/Miami. Should I take it?" HELL TO THE YEAH! I'd pretty much be packed before he could finish asking.
And, on top of everything, my blog list disappeared again! So I had to re-list everyone and I know I'm missing people. :(
I do promise you, this mood will fade. I hate being this depressing girl. I am happy with my life, sometimes life is just hard. This weekend we are heading to the Hill Country to spend time with B's family...Hopefully that will help lift these spirits a bit.
