Right to Bitch

This week I just want to bitch and bitch about the things that bother me. This week I don't feel like writing about anything nice or meaningful. I just feel like bitching, 'cause if you can't bitch, what's life for? No, I don't need the therapist's couch, thank you very much. The last shrink I had actually dared to tell me that all my problems are caused by a lack of religion, and that I need Christianity in my life. Can you believe this woman? Apologies to Christians out there, but I have been getting along the highway of life fine without Christianity. Enough said, right?

So, let's see, what do I bitch about first? Well, for starters I could bitch about jobs. I have two jobs, one as a full-time lab tech at a local university, and the other being a part-time assistant manager in a gift shop in a local mall. Both of those jobs aren't bad at all as you might think. They are easy and steady with good benefits. The pay is okay, too. It's just that I'm in that point in life when I'm ready for a career change. I want a better-paying, more respectable, higher-on-the-totem-pole kinda job. Sure, I live well, but I'm ready to move on from the small apartment we live in into a nicer, bigger place. It's about time; heck, I'm almost 30 years old! I want to enhance my social status by shopping in Nordstrom, not Target. I'm ready to fully incorporate myself into the society and enjoy the finer points in life, like buying a jet ski or owning a riding horse. Don't get me wrong, we don't have it bad. We just bought a new car, and we get to take our one vacation per year. But to me, this is simply just not enough. I know, I know, I sound conceited as hell right now. Nothing I can do about it, though. I want more in life.

Like there already isn't enough crap to bitch about, my dream job that supposed to have me wearing Channel suits to high-powered meetings and make me a lot of money is somehow elusive. I've had trouble in this area ever since I graduated in the year 2000. Why didn't I get a better job in the last five years, you ask? It's not that I didn't try. My resume is stellar, my experience not great, but quite adequate. Blame it on the economy, I guess. The competition these days is stiff, and I guess I haven't yet been at the "right place at the right time" as they say. I also probably owe my lack of success to my appearance. I have a petite body build and a really high girly voice that can sound squeaky at times. Because of this, I have had hard time at interviews and getting respect from people, especially from older men. Why can't people just take me seriously? It's not my fault that I aged well and look young for my age of 28. In fact, most people think that I'm only 18 or 19. When they look at me, most people assume that I'm a student, since I work for a college. Isn't that frustrating?

I usually try to offset this by makeup, which seems to help a little. I guess I'm just one of those people who's gonna have to wait at least 10-15 years to look older. Until then, I'll just have to let my acts speak for themselves and my maturity.

Oh, and if somebody tries to "honey" me and downplay my authority in the work place, I'll show them what kind of BYTCH I can be.

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