Today is the last day of my shitty job I hate. I’ve been at this job as an Admin for a year and nine months now, and started hating it 6 months in. Needless to say, today being my last day feels like the equivalent of today being my birthday, and I’m very excited about it. On your birthday you turn a year older and get a new start. This job has probably aged me 20 years, but I get my new start, so that’s what counts, right?
If anyone here is an Admin, you know as well as I do it is one of the most thankless jobs. It’s also one of those jobs where everything is your fault, because the work no one else wants to do is dumped on to you. Or maybe that was just my experience. I am finally getting out of the Admin field, and pursuing a job in my career (the thing I spent 4 years studying/basically paying off a car on) working with children who are on the Autism Spectrum.
I was a Psychology major in undergrad. For those of you who are post-grad with only your Bachelors of Science in Psychology, you know as well as I do how hard it is to get into the field with just a Bachelors. Or maybe that was just my experience. It took almost 3 years out of college, but I finally made it in the field, and I made it without my Master’s.
As I sit here giving no fucks about any work that needs to be done on my last day, I am reflecting on my time not only at this job, but as a post-grad trying to make it in my field. I know I had to pay my dues and work a shitty job until I got the one I wanted, but it was definitely a tough, stressful road. Oprah Winfrey said it best, “Do what you have to do until you can do what you want to do.” That is exactly what I did.
There were times I thought I was never going to get out. There were times where I thought I was going to be stuck forever (even though I knew that was nowhere near realistic). There was also a time where I was applying for at minimum 50 jobs per week to increase my chances of getting out of this job. However it was 2016/is 2017, finding a job is fucking hard.
I’ve been approached by quite a few people telling me they’ll miss me, and I’ve even been given a few parting gifts. One of which included a card with $20 in it (see how I feel like it’s my birthday?). I worked with about a handful of very genuinely kind people here, whereas the rest were complete assholes.
Even though I dealt with a lot of shit, had stress so bad it sent me to a Gastrointestinal doctor to tell me my inflamed stomach was due to stress, I am grateful for this shitty job. This job taught me a lot about what it means to prove myself. It taught me a lot about what to expect in a corporate America setting. It also showed me that corporate America never has, nor will ever be the right place for me.
For anybody out there who is struggling to start your career, or who is stuck paying your dues working a shitty job, this is to tell you there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Each shitty job you have teaches you, molds you, and helps you grow so you can be successful when you obtain your dream job (end cliche moment).
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be spending the rest of the work day giving absolutely no fucks waiting for the clock to hit 4:30 so the shackles can come off for me to become a free woman and ride into the sunset towards a new chapter opening in my life..
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