Devin Reed

Wishful Thinking

I lost my job about a month ago. I should’ve known it was coming because my ideas were better than my supervisors, so he felt I was trying to take his job. It also didn’t help that I stood up to my coworkers when they would try to take advantage of me. Call me a perfectionist, I loved the details in my work, but being fired should’ve been a relief for me since I hated my job. There was a calling on my heart, a yearning in my soul to not be sucked into the rat race of life that was completely unfulfilling for me. All the previous generations in my family worked day in and day out and had nothing to show for it. I refused to live like that, but here I was settling into dead end jobs where ego was always at play.