"Any money you spend on dick is a bad investment." - Chris Rock
Chalk that one up as another bit of advice I could have used in 1992.
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I thought I might like my new job. But, I'm pretty sure I was way off on that one. It's tolerable, but really only because I have met some of my new favorite people. If you like your coworkers, anything can be dealt with.
I overcame the final hurdle, and passed my state licensing exam on Friday.
So now, finally, my job is secure. Well, as secure as any job is. Until the office closes, or I swear at a customer (or a boss)... I can pretty much keep showing up.
Much to my surprise, it turns out that insurance really interests me. And, after a couple of weeks answering live calls in the call center, I have learned that I do not want to work in customer service. I have absolutely had it with people yelling at me about their car insurance rates.
So, I've decided I want to be an actuary. I would much rather be the person responsible for your rates going up, then the phone slave you yell at for it.
I'll be 34 in August, and it's time I stop fucking around. In an ideal world, I could make my fortune making doll houses, blogging, and playing Mafia Wars. In the real world, I need an "education" section on my resume, and some transferable skills.
I've actually always been quite good at math, but my soul was too tortured to consider it in a career path. When I wanted to return to school a few years ago, my decision was divided between English and Philosophy majors. Now, I am focused on Math, Economics, and Finance.
I've completed the financial aid forms, and have just been reminded that I really need to legally get that divorce. My husband's income isn't all that much, but it is enough to considerably raise that EFC. It's all good for now, I'll come up with the tuition for a January 2010 start. I'm applying to Southern Connecticut State University... mainly so that in a few years I can refer vaguely to my alma mater as a "certain university in New Haven, Connecticut."
At long last, I know what I want to be when I grow up. I just needed to reinvent who I thought I was.
Chalk that one up as another bit of advice I could have used in 1992.
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I thought I might like my new job. But, I'm pretty sure I was way off on that one. It's tolerable, but really only because I have met some of my new favorite people. If you like your coworkers, anything can be dealt with.
I overcame the final hurdle, and passed my state licensing exam on Friday.
So now, finally, my job is secure. Well, as secure as any job is. Until the office closes, or I swear at a customer (or a boss)... I can pretty much keep showing up.
Much to my surprise, it turns out that insurance really interests me. And, after a couple of weeks answering live calls in the call center, I have learned that I do not want to work in customer service. I have absolutely had it with people yelling at me about their car insurance rates.
So, I've decided I want to be an actuary. I would much rather be the person responsible for your rates going up, then the phone slave you yell at for it.
I'll be 34 in August, and it's time I stop fucking around. In an ideal world, I could make my fortune making doll houses, blogging, and playing Mafia Wars. In the real world, I need an "education" section on my resume, and some transferable skills.
I've actually always been quite good at math, but my soul was too tortured to consider it in a career path. When I wanted to return to school a few years ago, my decision was divided between English and Philosophy majors. Now, I am focused on Math, Economics, and Finance.
I've completed the financial aid forms, and have just been reminded that I really need to legally get that divorce. My husband's income isn't all that much, but it is enough to considerably raise that EFC. It's all good for now, I'll come up with the tuition for a January 2010 start. I'm applying to Southern Connecticut State University... mainly so that in a few years I can refer vaguely to my alma mater as a "certain university in New Haven, Connecticut."
At long last, I know what I want to be when I grow up. I just needed to reinvent who I thought I was.
