I am ashamed to admit that I just broke out in tears in my office. I'm at the end of my rope with all of it- my job, the status of my relationship, my other job, my family, my bank account-all of it.
CN: I'm a whiny brat who wants to say f-this sh!t b/c I hate my job, and my second job and I'm annoyed that 1) I'm scared to apply for my dream job; 2) BF and I need to buy a new car and 3) that we're not getting engaged/ married any time soon.
I hate my job, I work basically as a free lance Attorney for a guy who is one of the worst lawyers I've ever met. I hate what I do, which is made all the worse by the fact that 1) I am so grossly underpaid (kids flipping buggers make what I make) that its not even funny; and 2) I know exactly what I would enjoy do but am too chicken sh*t to apply for the job. So thanks to my 'full time' I'm broke, not learning anything of value, and a miserable person to be around. I also have to have a second job!
2 nights a week and every weekend night I host at a local restaurant. I deal with b!tchy customers and co-workers and bosses who won't let me serve or bar tend (even though I have 8+ years exp) b/c they need me at the front door, and I can't work days. Fine.
So now I work 60+ hours a week, at 2 jobs to make LESS then what I was making before I went to law school. BF is upset because we need to buy a new car, and he even put a deposit down on one b/c I told him I would do whatever I could to help him buy it. So now I'm on the hook for helping save up the down payment (its being built, won't come in till Aug.) I want him to have this car. I feel like a b!tch for being even a tad bit upset about him buying this car. He has supported me though law school and the bar exam, paying rent, bills, everything. I don't mind helping, it just means keeping the sh!tty part time job. And it means that all the money we're saving is going to the car, not, say a ring or a wedding. (and it means I can't take weekends off all summer.)
And I know we tell girls to 'be happy where they are' and I am, I really really am. BF and I are the strongest we have ever been. But do me a favor and look down at my ticker (the one under the one that say's I'm only 1/3 of the way to my goal weight...) Back? No, we didn't start dating in Jr High or HS. We started dating a month shy of my 23 birthday. I'm gonna be 32 next week and I am sick of the word boyfriend. I feel like a g0d damned teenager every time I say it. We know we want to spend our lives together, we've known for a long time. But we can't afford a wedding, and we want a 'wedding' (not a pot luck BBQ with dogs running amok.) Since I'm not really making enough to save for both a car and a wedding, and since we NEED a car, car comes first. But that means that engagement and wedding are put off even further down the line.
All of these things are tied together and I feel like I am stuck in this horrid Catch 22.
Any way, this is way long. If you've read it all, I thank you and hope I didn't come off as too whiny. I know that there are people out there who face so much worse, and when I think of them I feel like an a$$ for being upset about where I'm at. But I'm just having one of those days where its hard to keep it all in perspective.
/vent