I did it.
I finally submitted my application to my dream job.
I feel like I wanna throw up. True it could be the leftover roast that I ate for lunch that MAY have been in the fridge a little too long, but I really think it is the possibility of leaving my comfy,yet low pay, job in search of a whole brand spankin new career.
I know this is my job. I feel it.
I would be good for it and it would be good for me.
I am very burnt out right now and I need a change. I need a total job makeover if you will.
So I sit here. Waiting.
Little rumblies in my tummy.
Damn pot roast.
