I may have a job. One that pays well. I may be on the verge of- may the good lord have mercy on my soul- employment as a glorified telemarketer for a huge financial corporation.

Nothing I could have imagined for myself involved this. I always wondered how people become telemarketers. What kind of desperation leads humans to research inconvenient times to call strangers, and then call them? For a paycheck?

Now I know.

I always looked at being a telemarketer as being much like the military- yes, it's fine if you have no other choice- but there are *always* other choices.

My other choice is commuting up to my college every day and working in the library. The commute would cost roughly an eighth of my paycheck, and what's more, I'd be working at my college, and I'm not sure I could deal with that. I already spent five freaking years there.

In addition, the idea of having enough money to pay down my debts, maybe travel, make rent, have a decent apartment... tempting beyond belief.

I hate having to make decisions.