Hello world!

I’m here to make people laugh about my daily ventures. Follow the journey of a lost, single 30 year old female who hates her job and lives with her ex.

My biggest goal right now is falling into a career that I love. It is hard! What concerns me is the amount of people in jobs they don’t love. This is basically everyone I know.

It seems a common belief that if you have that qualification or that experience, then you must stay in that specific role for all of eternity.

Don’t people know about all the other jobs there are in the world?

If you don’t have the qualification or the experience… GET IT!

And do it now. There are barely any limits now when it comes to jobs. Trust me, I know. I’ve tried it all from hospitality, to personal training, to being a travel agent and now to a Customer Service Manager. I’ve hated every single role I’ve ever had, but have been lucky to love my environment – in most cases. There are always ways to work around applications, tests, courses etc. If it’s important enough to you, you will find a way.

Enter the husband.

I do wonder, if the reason other people don’t do anything about hating their jobs is because they are satisfied with their home life. Clearly I am not. I am 30, single, childless and have no savings. I would love to start dating, but I’m almost certain that Adelaide is fresh out of tall, funny and single men.

I took too long getting my life together to find one and the rest of Adelaide has beat me to it. Maybe it’s because I don’t wear those tops that show from under my boobs to my hips. Sharing the bed with the dog may also be a factor. And I guess I’m still getting my life together. Hence this blog.

No photo description available.But, continuing on, why would a happily married mother of 2 who works 15 hours of admin a week contemplate fulfilling a dream of becoming a pilot? Once people settle down, nothing else matters. They are all about family. And don’t get me wrong, this is fine and good for them. But; just bad luck if they happened to marry whilst they were halfway through a medial degree and working three shifts a week on the deli section at Coles.

Falling in love can be a sentence to becoming deli manager and dish-washing queen for all of life.

Without thought, they drop med school and just completely forget about their dreams. Or more so, their dreams change. But having a new dream and fulfilling it does not mean you cannot ever revert back to the original!

But still, this scares me. This whole thing. It makes me wonder so much, if people were unhappy in their jobs, so they settled for the first man who came along who was willing to commit (yes, apparently they do exist) and decided to just get on with life and have babies, join mothers group and switch to almond milk.

I’m 30. I have only ever been in love once (twice if you include my dog). I have been dating all my life. And I am yet to find love since my first brief encounter at the age of 19. I don’t even know if it was love to be honest. When you’re that young, do you ever know?

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Whatever it was, was strong enough for me to think about every single day since. And now because of this experience, I refuse to settle. And because I am yet to make my own family, the only positive thing I can achieve in life that I have control over is my career.

When you hit 30 and still don’t know what you want to do with your life, it makes things very difficult.

Additionally, you are you’re only source of income, your only carer and your own dependent. It’s harder than it sounds – trust me.

Stay tuned for more details about my past, present and future.

I love to laugh and that is my intention with this blog. So please laugh at me, with me which ever you choose.

But stay tuned because this will get interesting!

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