I Quit My Job and I Know Why

Life is too short for doing something that you hate, even more if you hated it long before you accepted doing it, the first part is one of my mottoes, and the main reason why I wanted to leave, let put some context here.

I am 24 and barely have experience at anything, I studied a few semesters at a University and other two at another, which for now it's the love of my life, but for financial reasons I haven't been able to return, so, since I left I've been  job hunting, there have been interviews, rejections and a job that sounded great (low pay but it was a job that I would have enjoyed)  for some stupid reason I rejected.

                    After that I was in The Marshall in the Mirror Mode " You are sad. You are beaten down. You will get through this, come home, get in your nig underpants and take a nap".

Then, almost a year later, another offer that was never considered, in fact was rejected the frst time! showed up, working at a call center with American customers, to be sincere from the begining, I have nothing against call centers, the people that work there and help me to get things done are great! in my particular case, they have always been nice and efficient, the issue with them is completely diferent.

Somehow, I don't see myself working at something that makes me be seated for 8 or more hours a day, and tend to be impatient to people that are rude to me or anyone, also I am too sensitive,  which it is not good when people Fs you back to back (true story).

If I get like that with sunsets, kitties, puppies and songs, imagine me with  people telling me to f off 

The main reason why I decided to jump in was because they didn't asked for any experience, just a decent level of English. At first, it was me being nice since a friend told me about it, so the process was going to be " They didn't call me back, sorry", but the pushing and insecurities kicked in and without knowing it, there I was, in a room with other twenty people, learning how to do something I was not interested in from the begining.

Those people have been AMAZING with me and I wish we can keep in touch forever, they have been incredibly kind and sweet with this basket case.

But, when it comes to the work itself, it can be very, VERY frustating, from going home crying, crying before sleeping, not being able to get up the next morning, I can't explain what happened, perhaps I am one of that kind of person that has to feel motivated, that has to love what she does for a living. Maybe this thing of being true to myself is getting in the way of my goals...I don't know.

Tomorrow is the last day, at least I'll try to leave with some dignity, for the honor! and also because I am thankful to them for giving me the opportunity of trying something I've never thought of doing.

So, the time of job hunting has already begun, hope I won't screw it this time. Wish me luck!

I'll write more on the job itself later!

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So Here We Are Again

I love writing since I was a child, some of my memories in primary involve inventing stories and plays for homework, but what makes them joyful are the thrills that I had while writing them, it was fun! since I was creating characters and situations that didn't exist a minute before or how hard it can be, but that is one of the coolest things in writing, how hard it is to find the right word or the right resolution to a plot knowing that you are the one in charge.

Those two things are some of the best feelings I can have in my life, but before I forget, there is another one, perhaps the most important;  how the feelings flow through the words and let me breath for a while, especially in moments like this when I feel I am drowning.

So, since I am in a moment in my life when I feel that I cannot move at all and everything seems out of place (again),  there is something that at least can be useful, and that is writing about anything, my feelings  stuff that I like, stuff that I might find interesting, stuff that happens and such. Anything that might help me feel those thrills again.

Pleased to meet you

A few days ago, I stumbled on a status written by Anne Rice in which she discussed the common advice  that one should write only about what he/she knows was unnecesary, that we must aim to the unknown in our writting.

It is a valid opinion, and I agree, but also in writting about what we know, we could also find unknown parts of us or others that we are too frightened to visit.

In this blog my goal is to write, to write about the things that are familiar to me; my beloved music, my cat, my books, and things I'll find along the way. On the other side, there also will be the other stuff, the side of Maria she is afraid of.

So,  let's begin and see what I can dig out.