Work sucks, unless of course it doesn’t.
Yes, I said it. Work sucks. Seriously, for the last month or so I’ve been finished with all of my work by noon and spend the latter portion of the day aimlessly wandering the building, returning only frequently enough for my boss not to suspect anything. And let’s not forget the final hour of rearranging the icons on my desktop… and then rearranging my actual desktop. My wonderful boyfriend, in all his intelligence, says that pacing myself isn’t my strong suite. 
I say that A) I don’t have enough to do B) I’m too smart for the crap they do give me and C) God is telling me to leave hell while I still can. Now don’t get me wrong, my job was going great for the last year and a half. I really do like my job. But I was recently put on a new project which was supposed to occupy the majority of my time and be a huge challenge. The only problem is that my supervisor is in meetings all the time, so she isn’t available to teach me the next steps of the process. So I’m stuck spinning my wheels. I’m burned out.
I think a job that would not suck would be one that I actually had a passion for. Something that I felt was a worthy cause. Something where I knew I was spreading the beauty and art of music to the community, sharing the amazing gift that God gave us. That gift has blessed me a million times over, and I want to share that blessing. That is something that would not suck. I need to find this job. Because it wouldn’t be like a job or a chore. It would be hard work, yes, but a passionate offering to the world that I would gladly do for free if it weren’t for a large car payment every month.
I know it’s out there somewhere and it’s all in God’s timing. And God didn’t bring me to my current job for no reason. There is a bigger picture that is hard to see from up close, but I know it is vast. After all, I can choose the path I take, but God will determine my steps. And for that I am truly grateful.
