The Case of the Severe Career-ache

Everyday, I drop off my site supervisor to the train station. Everyday, we converse about the endless possibilities of this thing called "life," and that thing called "career." We ended up with the following options, in no specific order:

1. Go back to NIU (MPH).
2. Go back to the Philippines (MPH).
3. Move out and put school on hold.
4. Move out of state after getting into a DI/MPH program.
   
5. Stay home and take 1-2 grad courses, locally.
6. Leave everything and travel the world.

Likeliness of one of the above happening? Most likely. Likeliness of me deciding which option I'll go for? Unlikely. "See, that's the hard part, you have so many options. Of course you're going to get a headache trying to weigh them all out," my Supervisor said.

Today's workload was very light. I saw a total of 13 clients, which is 2 clients shy of my daily quota. And that means only one thing...a loooonnnnng day. During lunch hour, I roamed around Chicago Avenue and ended up at a small record store where I bought 4 vinyls for $4! Even picked up The Chicago Reader on my way out which I spent the rest of my day browsing through. Even browsed through The Classified section...in search for 2-bedroom apartments.

Enter Conscience.

Conscience: "WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU GO THROUGH THE CLASSIFIED SECTION IN SEARCH FOR APARTMENTS WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE?!"

To top it off, after work I found myself outside of my boyfriend's house. For no reason. Just...there. I ended up missing two of my turns on my way home and the nearest destination I could find to sit for a minute to collect myself was outside of his house.

The Classified incident was Hint #1 to stay in Chicago.
Boyfriend's house, parked under a shady tree? Hint #2.

Conscience, to no one in particular, just doesn't know how else to react to this state of indecisiveness: "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!"

Of course I want to advance in my career. Of course I want to do anything and everything I can possibly do to do just that. Security issues that's all, I'll get over them...hopefully...soon...like TODAY...please?

Conscience exits.
Monica stays. Help.

To be continued...