Work just isn't working out

As happy as I am that I have a job, it doesn't stop me from wanting a different one. Without getting into too much detail, I will tell you that I am actively looking for another one, and hoping that it will come along soon. Let's just say that without Tim, who has been my rock this week more than ever, I would be curled up in a ball dreading the days that I have to be in the Pearl. I know that it's normal for people to hate their jobs, I see it all the time. But I've never felt this way this early on in a relationship with a company.

I'm still finding out what I want to do with myself, you know, like when I grow up and all. I have some leads that I need to look into. Some of them are old ideas that I had given up on. Does anyone remember when I wanted to be an archaeologist? Or was that just my Mommy wanting me to dig around in the dirt? And everyone wants to be a veterinarian, but I think I really would of liked it. My Grandpa talked me out of that one, telling me that in order to save animals I would have to cut a bunch open first to practice. I'm younger than I realize and still have time to change my mind, go get some more schooling, and become something that would make me happy. I don't have to settle. When have I ever settled? Never, that's when.