The other day while I was working at the bank, my cash drawer ended up being $100 over. Crap. I looked at every transaction, but I just couldn't find where that money came from. Then I was stapling a cute poster that I was asked to make to the wall, and my manager got all huffy and told me that "now there's holes all over the walls." Whoops, my bad, but I wasn't told that I couldn't do that and you were right there watching me do it. I feel like I'm just slipping down the drain with this job. This isn't what I want to do anymore, and I never dreamed of being a bank teller.
I don't like numbers. Math has always been my weakest subject, and I don't know why I go to work here knowing that I have to count and add and subtract ALL DAY. I know that this job is good for me to keep because Mike and I really need the money right now since we're looking for a new apartment and are expecting a baby sometime in the future.
I want to be a professional photographer. I want to get good at what I love, and this requires time and practice. How many days a week I work varies, and i don't get the time that I want to to take artistic pictures. I don't want to be a banker anymore, but I'll stick with it as long as I can because right now I need to provide for me and my husband.
Awe mesho! I'm sorry you are having a hard time. Hang in there. It will all be worth it when theres a baby in your tummy and you have money to spend on it! :) love you!
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