A little bit more of me dies every minute...

[mousme]

This job is sucking the life out of me. I don't think I've ever felt quite this unfulfilled. I'm not desperately unhappy, nor am I depressed (not terminally, anyway), but this isn't the life I want.

I hate living from break to break, from day off to day off. It's not living, it's existing.

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time...

Comments

Jobs

[vureoelt.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I remember why I chose my field of study and the jobs I applied for. I wanted something that MEANT something to me. Where I felt like I was doing something important, something good with my life.

Re: Jobs

[mousme.livejournal.com]

It's why I chose my field of study too, except that unless I do a master's I'm probably never going to be able to find work in that field. :P

Re: Jobs

[vureoelt.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. Any reason you're not doing a Master's? (Did I ask this question already? Feels like I did... *scratches head*)