Spilling my Heart on Digital Paper

For some, times are tough, good, or haven’t changed nearly enough to tell a difference. Times for me have gone into a downward spiral. And this may not be all about writing or hardly about the Within series but I just feel the need to throw down my problems somewhere and hope that I can get it through this thick skull of mine to move on.

Currently, I make good money for the area that I live in but like they say, “The more money you make, the more you spend.” And that’s the truth. But as of right now, due to possible foreseeable circumstances, I’m at this moment in time making $15k less a year. That right there is a pretty big chunk if you ask me and working to get it down to about $7800 less a year.

Now before any of my family or friends jump to conclusions and start contacting me in one way or the other, I’m still at my techy job and no my pay didn’t get cut. This has to do with big brother. My college loans have increased, by far. The good thing with this is, I’ll be pay them off in about 10 years but that’s 10 years of scrapping pennies together, as long as the interest rates don’t go up...again. Now to stick with my job and work through this decade of repayment hell.

I love the field I am in; I love techy electronics networking stuff. I enjoyed it in my youth and enjoy it now and it’s something I have a fair amount of knowledge on. But the hours that I’m supposed to work and promised to only work is not what I’m working and being on salary, not what I'm getting paid for. It’s like this, if you love a song so much and you listen to it over and over, you’ll eventually get burned out on it and that’s what I’m feeling and I hate it. Take something you love and drill you with it for an average of 12 to 18 hours a day, you’ll eventually get tired of it. Enough ranting, if I say what I feel, someone from work might read this and take offense and then I'll be looking for a new job.

That's all from me for now and I apologize that this isn't about the Within series but I just needed to vent. I only wish I was able to work on my novels and still make the same or better pay. Hey, it’s my dream, so let me dream.