Oh little blog, I am still here, I swear. I have felt uninspired to write lately, probably due to the heavy load that’s been weighing me down for weeks. I am, in a word, stuck. After 11 years in my chosen field of veterinary medicine, I’ve hit the (already low) ceiling as a vet tech and like so many before me, I am thoroughly burned out. I no longer love my job. In fact, most days, I hate it. For those who don’t know, being a veterinary technician is one of the most thankless jobs in existence. You get shit on (both literally and figuratively) on a daily basis and are generally compensated with crap pay. The work is back-breaking, mine especially, and the respect is largely non-existent. I’m tired of breaking my body for such little return. In the beginning, it was “for the animals” and that was enough. But now I’m older and wiser. And I’m ready to walk away.
The thought of this is both incredibly freeing and immensely terrifying. I am not really qualified to do much else. I do have a bachelors degree (in journalism, for what it’s worth) but I received said degree ELEVEN YEARS ago. Ugh, that is so depressing. Eleven years I’ve spent since undergrad, toiling away in an unrelated field (I went to vet tech school the year after I finished undergrad) that provided me only marginal upward mobility. I’m terrified that I’m too poor to do anything else but too physically broken to continue. Hence, stuck.
I’m doing my damndest to get unstuck, though. I’ve been combing the internet for inspiration, searching job listings on Idealist, trying to get a sense of what I want to do. I’ve settled on nutrition with a concentration on public health (or vice versa depending on a few factors). Unfortunately, this requires going back to school. And not just going back but playing some serious catch up. As a journalism major, I wasn’t required to take any heavy math or science courses. Thus, I ended up with Geology 101 and some sort of half-assed college level math course on my transcript. I would likely need to pick up a minimum of 8 courses (one of them being *gulp* ORGANIC CHEMISTRY) before even applying to a masters program, and that’s provided I don’t go down in flames with the GRE. Oh, and I haven’t even factored in the financial impact or scheduling nightmare I would have ahead of me. You see my hesitation here?
Somehow, though, in spite of all the doubt and fear, I feel a little hopeful. Even though the way out seems impossible right now, I know that there is one. I don’t have to waste my life at a job I’ve grown to hate. The question is, will I?