Onwards and Upwards?

I have a volunteer job.  Yay.  Now I just need to find a paid job.  Of course, given my volunteer job is pretty much Saturdays only, I’ll probably have to give it up completely when I take a proper job.  This will be a bit of a shame as the volunteer job is more appropriate to the counselling thing than something like waitressing.  But never mind.  I knew this before I took the job.  And who knows, maybe I’ll still be able to do the odd shift thing for them.  Hopefully anyway.

So, a volunteer job and my counselling course.  Things are looking hopeful yes?  They are until you consider the fact I’ll probably have to give both up so I can get some dead end job.  But I suppose I must concede that a dead end job is better than trying to better myself so I can get a better job that I might actually enjoy.  Oh no.  That won’t do.  The attempting to get qualified to do a better job that is.  After all, everyone knows I spent three years at uni just so I could end up being a waitress for the rest of my life.  But I forget.  As I’m a single mum, and claiming income support to boot, I must just be some lowlife who had a baby just to avoid work.  That’s why I’m trying to become qualified to become a counsellor by the way.  I thought if I did this, I wouldn’t have to get a job.  Of course I might just be being a wee bit sarcastic there.  But it does piss me off just a little.  I really hope I can keep up with the counselling thing.  I don’t think I could bear it if I have to work in a shop or as a waitress forever.  I want to do something that utilises my degree.  I don’t want those years of my life to have been wasted just because I ended what was a truly miserable relationship.  And I would just like to remind people that though there may be some exceptions, most single parents are willing to work.  Most want to.  It’s just that we might want to try and do something that will make our children proud of us.  And let’s be honest, how many kids aspire to be a waitress or check out lady.  No offence to people who do those jobs by the way.  After all I might be one of you coon.  Hopefully I will be in fact, given I don’t want to be homeless come July.  But still.  I’m sure I’ll have pissed loads of people off there.  Oops.  It wasn’t meant that way though.  And I’m not going to apologise for wanting what’s best for both me and my daughter.  And yes, my desire to make her proud of me is selfish.  But it gives me motivation, so it can’t be all bad.  So onwards and upwards then.  Or as will probably actually be the case, onwards and downwards.

I know it’s technically upwards though, as any job’s better than no job right?  Hmm.