It's Brittny.
Let's talk about 8-5 jobs. Let's talk about cubicles. Let's talk about how I'm sitting in a cubicle as I write about this god forsaken existence.
It's unnatural.
I'm sitting here, miserable, thinking about all the things I'd rather be doing.
At 29 years old, I'm regretting all career paths I've taken that have landed me in this shitty chair, staring at two big monitors, daydreaming that I'm at a beach instead.
I did what I thought I was supposed to. After graduating from my prep school, ditching the pleated skirts and knee-highs, I went to college.
In college I studied public relations. I don't think I even really knew what that meant at the time. I enjoyed it! I had an internship with a major PR firm, and graduated in 2011.
Following college, I worked for a local PR firm. My heart wasn't in it, but I did it because that's what I was "supposed" to do.
Fast forward >>> now here I am working for a marketing company. I've been here for five years now.
I AM MISERABLE. Sitting here from 8 am to 5 pm feels unnatural. It's quite literally painful.
"So why don't you leave Brittny?"
I am trapped... in a cage of work that feels pointless, fake pleasantries in the break room, and forced team lunches to celebrate so-and-so's birthday.
Why don't I escape the cage? Well, the cage is covered in money and health insurance. I don't want to disturb the balance.
I just adopted an 8 year old girl from foster care. I have to think about her needs before my own. Leaving my job seems irresponsible.
So what's the plan?
- Find a sugar daddy
- Win the lottery
- Win a lawsuit
Totally doable right? Ha! And if that doesn't work?
I'm currently participating in a direct sales company. I've made a few hundred dollars in the last couple months. Not bad. There are people making thousands upon thousands of dollars a month in the same company. I'm reaching for those levels.
What happens when the buzz of this direct sales company fizzles out?
What then?!?
I need to find my passion. Then turn that passion into a job that I can do from home, or a beach sipping on something pineapple flavored.
My dream is to have financial freedom. Quit my fucking job and never look back.
Join me as I uncover my passions and achieve financial freedom.
- Brittny
Big dreams and no clue.