So during my daily pity party I throw for myself where I try to get the crusty stuff out of my eyes, which I swear shouldn't even have time to dry in the 2 hour nap I take at night before work, I came to one very significant realization about why I don't like my job. Looking past the whole 3-in-the-morning-part-time-no-benefits-or-vacation-days thing I have figured out the secret to my dissatisfaction...ready?
Not quite huh?
Ok well here's a little more background then ...
So I really like to write and I used to think I would love to just sit around an do it all day. While all day aspect of that obviously isn't quite true I feel like I would still enjoy it ... wait a minute! That is sort of my job. I sit around and write what the anchors read during the news cast, and sometimes just take what the other producers write. So why in the everliving don't I like it you ask?
I wondered the same thing until this morning and then I realized that the writing I do is a cheap way to feed the beast that is the news. I feel like it takes me 2 minutes to write a news story, maybe more if I really try to put some oomph in it, and I have no room to put my personality in what I write.
I feel like all I'm doing to doing what I can to meet the deadline and then forget about it, instead of letting the creative juices flow through my finger-tips type of thing.
So I know you're asking yourself ... self ... what does all this mean?
It means, end of the day, I've still got it pretty good and the best part is I can do what I can to look for something where I won't get burnt out on one of my passions and trust that doors will open and opportunities will present themselves.
Oh and I side note ... the news is depressing which doesn't help my usually cheery, maybe slightly cynical, demeanor.
In closing ... ;) winky face
