I don’t want people to think that I don’t like my job. I do like it; the
people I work with are great, fun people, and the work itself is not
boring–just intellectually uninspiring and unstimulating.
I just worry that when the time comes to leave this job (and it will,
inevitably–and sooner rather than later), will I be able to find work
that pays just as well as this one? The problem is that this job really
IS a dead-end occupation. The things I do here really do not translate
to other occupations–my job is extremely task-specific. And at this
time, I cannot afford a paycut–I have way too many freaking bills and
credit cards to pay. I’ve made a lot of poor financial choices a few
years ago, which limited my freedom and my options.
So, in a way, I am become like a finch on the galapagos–overspecialized
in a declining habitat. I feel endangered. THAT is the cause of my
angst and fustration.
In other news, we tried the “Toasted Coconut Sesame Brittle” ice cream
from Hagen Daaz. Oh my freaking GAWD, it was so good! It is the Zen of
ice cream. All the flavors (toasted coconut, sesame, ginger, the sweet
cream) are all distinct, and perfectly harmonious with each other. It
is music in the mouth. It is a delightful culinary experience, it
really is. Its better than chocolate. It is better than sex, too.
Obviously, it is definitely my new favorite ice cream, which sucks
because its only around for a limited time. Damn you, Hagen Daaz.