Well, the title of blog has never been quite so apt. I've been trying not to post anything becasue I'm scared it'll turn into the hysterical-weepy self analysis that happens every time I open my mouth lately, but I've been asked to blog and I have promised I would, so here it is. No complaining about the mope-fest I'm sure it'll turn out to be:
Work is..... well, suffice to say, work is work. It's not what I want to do forever. Not that I ever really thought it was, but lately it's not even been what I want to do with the next week of my life, let along the next 40 years.
Trouble is, there isn't really anything else. I'm essentially a useful person to have around, but I'm not trained for anything. I have no talents that would lead me to a career (whinging on blogs isn't lucrative, apparently) and I have no qualifications which would allow me to be useful and not have to answer the phone in a cheery voice every ten minutes for the rest of my working life.
What I really, really want is about three months off, to try and figure out the next step without becoming hysterical on a regular basis. Unfortunately, that's not going to happen. I have been assured by my better half that it's not exactly financially viable for me to have a "hitting 30 hard and I've got no career to show for it" crisis right now. I know - I've got some great timing, don't I? World economy falls apart, Anna wants to stop working. Why could I not have had this crisis two years ago?
So, here it is. Any ideas? Post 'em. I could use the help.
