I've worked too hard over the last 12 years to earn my promotions in my professional career to now be putting up with this brand of underemployed bullshit. I was head of PR for a startup without a degree in Communication because, in true startup form, I worked my ass off to get there. I was working with documentary film crews, arranging interviews and writing press releases. I was kicking ass and actually felt like I was getting somewhere in life. Then our situation changed and my household had to move out here for my partner's career. I thought, "Hey, I should be fine! I have proven myself with my talents and skills over and over again. I'm excited for the future - onward and upward!"

For the first 6 months, I was selective of where I sent my resumes so I could be as close to picking up where I left off as possible. Then I finally realized that A) Portland's compensation has not kept up with the cost of living, and 2) no one in this goddamn town cares about what you have done beyond the 30 seconds they took to skim over your resume. So I swallowed my pride and took it down a notch because sometimes you have to rebuild, sometimes a demotion can lead to a more interesting path - this is the shit you tell yourself so you don't hate your new life and begin to resent the person you love whom you made very large, consequential sacrifices for.

Now I'm underemployed, uninspired, unmotivated, and I fucking hate my god damn meaningless piece of shit job. I no longer enjoy relaxing Sunday evenings because I'm full of anxiety and hatred of the week to come - mother fuck me a Monday.