Today I had settled down to the idea of starting back to grad school for a second Master's degree in the fall and was quite happy about it. I had been called about a resume that somehow had found its way to a company that is looking to fill an administrative position. They called me. Since we are so broke, and on the dole as they say, I felt compelled to attend. Now I am set up for my third interview and it is looking like I very well may get this job. Problem is, it is in the very field that I have been scrambling for years to escape, and my soul may very well die in the process.
How do you choose between personal happiness and feeding your kids?
And I am a bad person because I feel bitter because my husband, taking his six-month vacation, is not having to make these type of decisions?