I loved money back in the days when I had a lot of it. Now that my savings are slowly dwindling down due to me being under-employed and eating out way too much, I’m starting to get really f*cking nervous.
I’ve slowly gotten more aggressive in my job hunt, but I worry that I’m not cut out for any job. Yes, I like writing, but I’m not active or productive enough to earn a full living at it. My writing on this and other blogs throws me a few bucks here and there through advertising and affiliate marketing but that’s no real solution.
At the end of the day, it keeps coming back to one thing – my social skills are preventing me from earning a real living, and that sucks.
It’s been nearly two years since I’ve had a regular job, and while I’m making improvements, I have a long way to go. Landing a job these days requires being out there and getting your face in front of people – something I kind of suck at. Getting on the phone is damn hard for me, but meeting potential employers is even harder because of all the pressure I put on myself.
Also, I want to continue pursuing photography, which requires money for more equipment. Money for equipment requires a job with a paycheck.
Ugh.
/End of rant
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