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Tired of Being Told I’m Qualified

I’ve ended up in the environmental chemistry field by chance a handful of years ago, but the limit of what I can get away with doing without the education or the brain for it is coming up on me. So now I’m panicking, needing to find another job, knowing that “fake it till you make it” is going to bite me in the ass. Well, that, and the job is just so damn stressful. Add to that, I have a one year old at home. I have liquid stress running through my veins. So here I am looking day after day for nearly a year for a new job, and I’m finding that I just am not qualified for anything which pays as well as I’m getting paid now. I confide my concerns to my wife and my mother, and both are insistent that I am qualified to do pretty…


I’ve ended up in the environmental chemistry field by chance a handful of years ago, but the limit of what I can get away with doing without the education or the brain for it is coming up on me. So now I’m panicking, needing to find another job, knowing that “fake it till you make it” is going to bite me in the ass. Well, that, and the job is just so damn stressful. Add to that, I have a one year old at home. I have liquid stress running through my veins.

So here I am looking day after day for nearly a year for a new job, and I’m finding that I just am not qualified for anything which pays as well as I’m getting paid now. I confide my concerns to my wife and my mother, and both are insistent that I am qualified to do pretty much anything.

Long story short, I underwent spinal surgery for several herniated lumbar discs, so all manual labor jobs are out the window. My wife and mother use the fact that I’m in my current job against all odds as a way to prove I can do anything, but they just don’t understand that it’s a ticking time bomb.

I just feel at a loss. Anything I think I can possibly get away with doing is either a shit schedule (I’d like to be able to see my baby boy) or it doesn’t pay even half what I make now. It’s just so frustrating.

Anyway, rant is over. No therapist, so my thumbs on my phone are the best outlet I have.

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