The Plan

The plan is that there is no plan. Errrrr. Yea.

Practically from the time you are a baby to the time you graduate college everyone is asking you what you want to be. What do you want to do?

Can we just start that whole thing over? No, wait. Can we just erase everyone's memory and completely DELETE the "What do you want to be when you grow up" question. Seriously. I think it does more harm than help.

I think instead we should encourage children to focus on 3-5 possible careers/jobs they would enjoy... or maybe just tell them that it doesn't matter if they love their job as long as they are financially stable (because let's be for real we don't need a bunch of broke bloggers running our country- because wait for it, wait for it. They won't.)

That's right I am now four years out of college with experience in both marketing and hospitality, and to be completely honest, continuing a career in either does not sound appealing right now. And, this may sound utterly ridiculous, but I am considering just bulldozing my life and starting over. Why not? Let's just throw the fucking plan out and see what happens!

Do we really have to figure out what we want to do for the rest of our lives by the time we are 22? Do we have to do ONE thing for the rest of our lives?!

Now I know, I know. You may think that I'm just being compulsive, that I'm just upset that I get paid $10.50/hr plus customer bitching- can't forget that- its priceless :). Lol. But, I can't help but think that I am way too smart for this. I don't think that is conceited to say- all of my friends are very smart as well. It's just... looking back on the decisions I've made (Communication/Writing Degrees)... cough. Yea. I can't help but kick myself in the ass and say WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!

I should have known Communication was a bad idea freshman year when my roommates asked me my major. When I told them their response was "Oh, so you aren't good at math or science?" 

Ok. I'm not good at science. I ABHORRRRRR science. But I like math. I'm good at math. Why the FUCK did I study communication? Everyone fucking communicates. Sigh.

So now I'm paying for my mistake. No literally, I'm paying for an MBA from Georgia Tech (that's right they let me enroll despite having had to defer a year! YAY!) so that I can crunch lots of numbers and stop communicating with everyone. Expensive, but totally worth it... don't you think? Lol. Yea, I know I tend to be a bit extreme, but hey that's just who I am.

BOO YAH.

Here's to premeditated, self-inflicted, analytical pain.... the weird part? Thinking about it kind of turns me on. Love it when you study so long you start to hallucinate and get a rush from knowing that you have so much fucking more to do. Sigh. I miss school.

xoxo Jildo

P.S. Fuck. I guess there is a plan.