Two Hundred Fifty-First Entry
Since my last entry, I have gone through a lot. If anyone has noticed me acting a little odd or distant recently, I apologize.
I am almost 100% certain that by this time next year I will be somewhere else. I really don't care where it is. I can't live and work here past that. I have been seriously reevaluating my career path and continue to be disappointed with it. I can no longer say that I enjoy doing a single thing at work. For some reason, I have become the research bitch at work. First it was ADA, then it was Bikeways and now its fed and state standards. How the hell is any of this going to look good on my resume? It isn't!
If it wasn't for the fact that I have absolutely no other option, I would leave. But I can't. So I'll just have to cope.
The past week my brains been working overtime trying to figure out my escape plan. I need to have a plan to fulfill all of my commitments and minimize my responsibilities. Then I can truly escape. Live a life with minimal financial or professional commitments or responsibilities.
The only thing holding me back is passing the PE. If I never work another day as a Civil Engineer after I get my PE, I won't care. I'll have that piece of paper that tells me that the last eight years of my life weren't a complete fucking waste. It's like closure.
I had a vision this week while driving to Paula's house. I'm checking my mail one day in July. In it there is an envelope from the California Department of Consumer Affairs with the results of my exam. I open it and find that I passed all four sections. After crying for an hour about just what it means to be a Professional Engineer and how long it took me to complete the journey that started eight years ago, I go to the liquor store. I spend over $500 on liquor and drink for a week straight(I'll have enough vacation by then). Random people come over and congratulate me, drink and after a while don't even remember what we were drinking for. The following week I go to work, hand in my two week notice and begin my escape.
You're all invited, of course.
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