Day 8 – A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life.
The day I was most satisfied with my life was the day I quit my job to go back to uni for the second time. I absolutely hated that job, although it probably was a decision I should have put more thought in to…
The first time I went to university I just picked my subject based on what I was good at at school, plus I’d limited my choices a little bit after dropping chemistry in a little teenage strop with my teachers, I still maintain the whole argument wasn’t my fault and as an educator she really should have read her audience better, the ‘you’re definitely going to fail’ approach isn’t exactly motivation to probably at least 50% of your student, but that’s a different story for another time. So that shut the door on medicine for me. Anyway I can’t say my degree subject was a bad choice, I loved the subject, didn’t struggle, got a good degree, excellent job prospects.
That’s where it went wrong. I had this excellent job that I absolutely hated, paid brilliantly, but I’d never exactly been the sit in an office all day type. I wanted something with a bit more job satisfaction. So after they cut my team down and up-ed my workload ‘temporarily’, while they found a replacement for whoever had left, for the third time with no replacement for any of the three in sight, I applied to go back to university.
I’d applied in January for September, had an interview in February and got offered a place starting in April. I hadn’t particularly expected to get in, so I hadn’t thought through the whole losing all my income, working part time jobs at incredibly unsociable hours, having to write essays and still attempting to be sociable. Still getting to walk into the office and hand in my notice, feeling as though I’d finally get to do the sort of job I wanted to do, and stop working in a job where frowning at your computer was somehow managed to be turned into a disciplinary offence, was a wonderful feeling.
In my final year of this degree and it’s still a wonderful feeling.