Level Cap

More and more, this is what work feels like to me:

(from Pic­tures for Sad Chil­dren.)

There are a lot of fac­tors that go into moti­va­tion — growth, cre­ativ­ity, pur­pose. Every day, I feel like my job lacks those qual­i­ties. I’m learn­ing less and less. I have no oppor­tu­ni­ties to do orig­i­nal work. I def­i­nitely don’t feel like I’m mak­ing a dif­fer­ence. In short, I’ve basi­cally hit the level cap of my posi­tion. In fact, I bet I could make a script to run on my com­puter that would do my job for me. I won­der how much my boss would pay for some­thing like that.

There’s not really much in the way of advance­ment oppor­tu­ni­ties here, either. And even if there was, I’m not sure I want to pin all my dreams on this com­pany. Any­way, I can’t wait for a freak­ing accep­tance let­ter. I’ll go any­where now. Even Lin­coln. And I’ve started dis­cussing other back-​up plans with cer­tain indi­vid­u­als who might be able to help me out.

If only I had fore­sight in my col­lege years. Could have saved myself a lot of trouble.

Tags: Computer, Pictures, Work