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Dear Glampa,
I hate my job, passionately, but no one else seems to want to hire me. I'm still working at my first job, and have been there 16 years. I've tried a few different places with no luck. Should I just stick it out in my current dead end job, or keep trying until someone decides I'd be worth their time to train in something different than what I'm doing?
Signed,
Deadend Doris

Dear Double D,
This is similar to something I've dealt with my whole life. I want to be discovered like Lana Fucking Turner, sipping on my cola at Schwab's.
Well, now I'm Lana's Great Aunt Frommet and instead of a cola, it's a whole pizza. And instead of Schwab's, it's my living room couch.
To paraphrase the ever-wise Marianne Williamson, don't wait for someone to produce you, PRODUCE YOURSELF.
What you're dealing with is something you have immeasurable power to fix. Stop waiting for someone to "train" you. Take the reins, sister, and train yourself. Find something you feel passionate about and do something about it. Take a night class, if that doesn't work many accredited state colleges offer online degrees.
I'm not saying it will be quick, or even easy, but if it is truly important enough to you it will be worth the effort.
You have value, and potential. You deserve to be happy and to pursue your goals.

And never forget, like a personal massager, financial aid is your friend. A friend that pays for things.

GLAMP IT GIRL!!!

xoxo
SISSY G

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