fuck this job.com

The old adage states that to teach is to learn twice. However, whomever coined the phrase probably didn't work in a position like mine. Before I went to training college, I had quite a few skills that I'd taught myself. I could use a variety of graphics programs from Micrographix to Photoshop, all of which I'd taught myself, I wrote stories online that made me proud and gave me a feeling of accomplishment and not just because they got great reviews, I could carry a tune, I could learn anything I put my mind to, I had limitless potential.

And then, two contracted years of pointless, thankless, nerve-racking, senseless "study" for a job that I hated anyway. But I had a loan to pay and I needed to keep my assistant teacher's salary. But now, I year later, I sit in front of my pc and I don't feel the desire I once did for the things I loved. All the things I wanted for myself were sacrificed for this stupid salary. I feel as if my abilities are slipping away daily. When I open my mouth, too much of what comes out is an angry diatribe of what happened at work. I'm too drained at the end of the day to apply myself to the things I really want. Instead I spend my nights making lesson plans for the next day for a job that I HATE! But if I quit, I still have another loan to pay and an apartment to pay for. Living with my parents is out of the question. My two years of condensed college have shown me nothing but how evil people can be and so I my trust level is absolutely zero, even with family. And its all because of this horrible job. It's like cancer. It grows and grows until it takes over your life. I hate it! I want my life back!