After moving to Los Angeles, a lot of shit has fallen into place and fairly recently, a job!
HOWEVER, things are not as they appear to be. I took this job on a whim without thinking about carefully and now I regret it. I’m stressed, I’m energetically drained. Maybe I should’ve waited for a better opportunity to arise?
It comes back to that notion of taking something because you become a better person out of it. Unfortunately, it feels like it has gotten me far worse.
I travel a total of four hours to work Monday through Friday and I experience traffic that can get up to 10 miles per hour. 10 FUCKING MILES PER HOUR.
And you know how far my work place is? About 39 miles which could take a person in normal 65-70 mph traffic about nearly an hour to arrive. BUT TWO HOURS TO GO TO WORK and TWO HOURS TO GO BACK. And you only get paid $15/hour working 40 hours a week. Was it worth taking that job?
I thought so. At least my optimistic self thought it would be, but the waste of gas going stop and go and the unnecessary amount of stress from lack of sleep from the other night just to wake up early to not get caught in morning traffic jams just isn’t worth it.
I literally set my intention and wish for this job and I thought it would be good but it was a lesson to be learned.
A lesson where you have to realize that not everything that you wish for is always perfect.
I placed my time and energy in my former workplace getting to know my co-workers and managers and we all got along pretty well for the most part. But to me personally, the travel, the distance, the constant lack of sleep and stress was taking its toll on my body. You could literally tell the difference between someone with less than six hours of sleep and someone with more than that.
Sure, I sound like I’m complaining or some shit like that but I could definitely find a job closer to home without the daily four hour commute.