K.T. Rants

I admit, I haven’t got much in the way of a subject tonight. I’m watching TV with my dad so I’m not putting a particularly large amount of concentration into it, either. Yesterday I WAS going to write about taking my grandpa to the beach, but I realized that it really was a pretty boring subject, so I erased it all and gave it up for the day. Today I think I’m just going to jabber. Perhaps I was just trying too hard to stick to one subject yesterday, or I was thinking too much.

Anyway, I’ve noticed that I’ve started looking forward to the weekdays more than the weekends. I mean, who does that? Seriously? Most of the classes I’m taking this semester are pretty cool, and I work the weekends, but I still don’t feel like that’s an excuse to betray the traditional T.G.I.F. mentality that everyone else seems to have.

I remember when I used to really like my job. And it’s not bad at all, really - I admit it, I’m spoiled. I’m payed well, there’s nice people, my supervisor’s really cool and she works around my school schedule, so I have no excuse for being as sick of it as I am. I’ve been there three years now, almost four, and I dunno, I guess I’m starting to think I’d like to try something new.

But the fact is, while I’m in school the job security and great pay is kind of required. So I don’t feel like I can risk trying something else, and I’ll admit that irks. I’m studying to be a nurse, and sometimes I really don’t want to. I kind of got sucked into it, really. See, in high school they had a health program that was going to be closed if they didn’t get more kids joining in, and I liked the teacher that taught it, so I joined pretty much out of pity for her. I liked the program all right, and they had an opportunity to get my Certified Nurses’ Assistant certificate while I was still in high school, so I said, ‘Why not?’

Then, when I’d finished THAT they said I could do the prerequisites and then get straight into the nursing program at the city college I’m currently attending, and everyone was really proud of me and told me how excellent this opportunity is (and it IS an amazing opportunity), and I just kind of went with it. But I was never sure I really wanted to be a nurse. I’m STILL not sure. I know it pays well, and I like helping people, but I’m starting to think it might not be my thing. I made the mistake of mentioning that to my parents about six months ago, and I STILL haven’t heard the end of it. So, I suppose, whether I like it or not I’m going to be a nurse. There are worse fates, I know. Perhaps I’m just a spoiled brat - no - I’m DEFINETLY a spoiled brat. But at least I can whine about it here.