I'm going to start off this Monday by pushing that metaphorical reset button one more time. This is really the last time too. I have two more leads to follow up on that seem really great. After that, I'm tapped out in the world of freelance writing. I'll need to go out and get another job. I just wished I hadn't told my family about my last resort choice--now they think that is the best (and only) option for me. It's a warehouse job, so I'm not too thrilled. And I'm pretty sure I'm overqualified, but they would hopefully take me if I had to apply.
Problem is, I value happiness over wealth and no one else seems to understand that. I don't want to be poor the rest of my life. But I also don't want to be stuck in a job that I hate just because it pays moderately well either. That warehouse job could pay off my debts in less than two or three years, but it will most likely be ten hour shifts on my feet, endless hours of overtime and no quality of life besides east, sleep, and work. Everyone in my family has done jobs like this, and I grew up watching how miserable they were. Yet they are the same ones who think this is just the greatest idea in the world for me.
At the very least, I think I'll try to get an office job first. Those are more of the 9-to-5, no overtime necessary positions I would prefer. So... now it's time to get writing that fabulous cover letter to accompany my stellar writing samples and my impeccable resume so I won't have to worry about any of this at all. See how positive I get on Mondays? :-)