I am feeling wholly unremarkable of late. Perhaps its my job. Or my living situation. Or the poor choices I’ve made. But I feel like I will never get out of this rut (professionally speaking) and like this is, kind of, it. I am doomed to forever ask if someone would like a copy of their receipt and if they’d like everything in a bag, or they’ll just take it in hand. Or if they’ll be using cash or credit. These are things millions of people do every day. They’re somewhat necessary jobs. There is nothing special to retail. Nothing incredible about being a sales girl. Nothing remarkable about my life.
I am closer to 28 than 27 at this point. I am floundering. Eight years ago I had such big plans for myself. I can’t even fathom the life I had planned anymore. So much has happened. So much has changed. So many people have come and gone. I wish I could get myself back on track, but I honestly don’t know what the “track” is at this point.
I just need to get my shit together and get over myself.