this and that

I hate my job. I’ve been in this industry for six years now and I still hate it. Unfortunately, this is the only job I can get that pays. And even if I try those that don’t pay much, I wouldn’t make it. Not because I’m not qualified, but because most companies, if not all, require a college degree. So I always go back to one of my greatest frustrations in life (and there are a lot, believe me): not finishing college. And then, as if the torture is not enough, my mind would wander to another frustration: being born poor. Every time I meet someone and the topic would go to the “What do you do?” part, I try not to overreact. Sometimes I fail miserably. I couldn’t help explaining how fucked up I feel about this whole mess. Sometimes I do this teary eyed. And almost every time I get advices like, “It’s okay, atleast you have a job.” or “You’re lucky to have one, others don’t.” I get it. I just can’t help it. I really need to win the lottery. Now. Seriously.