I graduated from college at 19. I should be some kinda super-genius full professor or something, right?
I wish I had a root.
I don't have my degree. I have a job that involves wiping the poopy butts of adults. On any given day, I might be dealing with quarrelsome folk with the mentalities of toddlers or of teenagers, and they ain't gonna be taking care of me when I'm old in return for all my hard work.
And yet, I have a fair bit of satisfaction in my work. I know that the work I do is important. Not important on a grand scale, like teaching math or English to several classes of young people every day or like providing sound tech design to Beverly Hills for the holidays. But it is very important to a small handful of individuals, and to their families.
I know that because I hauled my butt in to work today, the way I relate to A. kept her from targetting someone else with violent behaviors. Because I went to work today, S. completed putting his laundry away in his own time, and with a friendly face to talk about racing with while he worked (Yeah, all I really know about it is that S. likes Tony Stewart, and that he is weirded out by Dale Jr. changing teams) - and that bit by bit he is learning the physical skills needed to hang stuff up himself. I got to say outrageous things like A. should paint the ceiling purple when she gets up in the morning, and she appreciated the silliness.
If you can find some satisfaction in your work, see how important it is in the grand scheme of things - because teachers, librarians, nurses, and paperwork mavens make things happen, make things happen that are important to some one who needs those things done - then you should be holding your head up high, against the opinions of any one foolish enough to not respect you. If you are not getting that satisfaction, well then, maybe you should not settle for what you are doing.
Every Bitch should be at least as happy in their work as I am.