Lately, I really dislike Mondays. Sometimes, when I walk into my office in the morning, I sit at my desk and quote the line from "Office Space" to myself: "Someone has a case of the Mondays!" Yep, that'd be me. Something about Monday that is difficult. Usually Monday is my slowest day. I always have things to get done, but it seems like it's always less on Mondays. That could be the reason I don't like them, because I find myself bored, daydreaming about Friday. What a pity.
I think a lot about what I want to do with my life. I've floated past a lot of ideas: human resources, paralegal, Spanish teacher, public relations, journalism. For the most part, I like what I'm doing right now. I'm a communication specialist at the Ford Kansas City Assembly Plant and it's pretty interesting. Working in a manufacturing environment has its ups and downs, but there usually isn't a dull moment, at least not within the plant. My favorite part is learning about all the employees, their stories, where they come from, and the like. One friend is Malaysian but speaks Spanish. Another runs marathons and is hardcore. And yet another is a small white man, but is married to a woman from Puerto Rico. Interesting lives they lead, and if I could, I would sit and listen to allllll the stories from everyone.
The biggest lesson I've learned about working where I have the past year is that I love people. I have to have a job where I am working with people, all the time, or I will be bored and miserable. And depressed. Okay maybe I'm being a little melodramatic, but still. I also need Spanish. I typically find myself speaking in Spanglish, mostly to myself, and I've decided I probably freak out those around me. No pasa nada, si? There I go again.
I guess 23 isn't the age that I need to have it all figured out, but sometimes I really feel like I should. Just tonight I was talking to my roommate and boyfriend about how we feel that the people in our parents' generation is accustomed to having it all figured out, getting a job right away, and getting on with life. My generation? We'd rather take our time. We'd rather be happy than make money. We'd rather have an exhilarating life without a job, than one with a job that makes us want to die. Again, melodramatic, but you get my point.
Conclusion? I have all the time in the world. Well, kinda anyway. Maybe I want to get married and have kids by a certain age, but it'll happen when it happens. I want to take my time to figure out what I want to do, career wise, and really dissect things to make sure my chosen career is going to fit my goals as I see them.
So slow down, world. Let's not worry so much about having it all figured out asap, that's silly.