<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015266532833005690</id><updated>2012-01-29T18:25:14.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to me bitch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015266532833005690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lance King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11412692739386152826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015266532833005690.post-4218294784946837768</id><published>2011-03-29T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:09:41.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 28 years old and I don't know what I want to do with my life.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's right.&amp;nbsp; 28 years of my life have passed and I don't really feel like I've started truly living this thing called Life.&amp;nbsp; I will be separating from the military soon after four years of service to my country.&amp;nbsp; Is it strange that when I write the words "service to my country" I don't feel that that's what I've been doing?&amp;nbsp; I love the United States and I am proud to be an American but I would be lying if I said the only reason I signed on the dotted line was because I had my homeland's number one interests at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I originally joined the military because I hated my job.&amp;nbsp; I saw the military as an option to escape the rut of what had become my daily life.&amp;nbsp; I bought into the "see the world" aspect of all the recruiting advertisements.&amp;nbsp; I first talked to my Dad about my intentions to join the military who was more than happy to visit a recruiter with me.&amp;nbsp; My Dad has served in the US Army Reserves for as long as I can remember so when he told me that the Air Force would be the best choice for me I listened.&amp;nbsp; He said that the Air Force treats their people better.&amp;nbsp; It didn't take much convincing after that.&amp;nbsp; I figured my job couldn't get any worse.&amp;nbsp; Then I went to Basic Military Training as they call it in the Air Force.&amp;nbsp; Boot camp is the term used more loosely for any kind of military basic training.&amp;nbsp; I spent six and a half weeks at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, TX.&amp;nbsp; I will never forget my time there.&amp;nbsp; It was one of the most stressful times of my life and I'm glad to have that brief moment of my life over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; After "boot camp" I was flown to Wichita Falls, Texas where I would be going to school to learn how to do the job the US Air Force needed me to do.&amp;nbsp; I was to become a Munitions Systems Apprentice.&amp;nbsp; Everybody in the military calls it AMMO.&amp;nbsp; Our job is to maintain any and all munitions assets at a particular base.&amp;nbsp; We can learn to inspect, store, build and transport bombs, small arms, missiles and basically anything that's designed to hurt or kill another human being.&amp;nbsp; There's a saying in our career field; "If you ain't Ammo you ain't shit!" and you're supposed to shout it at the top of your lungs with pride.&amp;nbsp; Most that have been in Ammo, in my experience, longer than a month will definitely not be proud when chanting that.&amp;nbsp; They will be doing it because their supervisor or some high ranking personnel needs to hear it before they will leave.&amp;nbsp; So the point I'm trying to make is that my job has sucked for the past four years.&amp;nbsp; I do not regret joining the military though.&amp;nbsp; I just know that it is not something I want to be doing for the rest of my life.&amp;nbsp; I have thought about joining the Guard or Reserves but I do not want to get stuck in something again for such a long period of time that I hate doing.&amp;nbsp; I feel that I would enjoy my job more if I saw first hand the actions of what I did was a benefit to somebody.&amp;nbsp; I think I would like to serve in a more humanitarian role such as helping victims of natural disasters but with the military you can never be sure what you will be doing one month to the next.&amp;nbsp; It's this uncertainty that has turned me off re-enlisting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As I said before I will be leaving the active duty military soon and it is now time for me to sit down and do some incredibly deep soul searching.&amp;nbsp; I felt like I have done that yet I still have no idea what I want to do.&amp;nbsp; I have options.&amp;nbsp; I can go back to school which has not always been my biggest passion to put it lightly.&amp;nbsp; I can try to seek a job which transfers from military job to civilian job.&amp;nbsp; I can work for somebody that my military friend is trying to hook me up with.&amp;nbsp; I can collect unemployment(for a time).&amp;nbsp; These are the thoughts that have kept me up through the nights.&amp;nbsp; I have told my wife and other people some of these thoughts and they all seem to have the same answers.&amp;nbsp; Usually they will ask "Well what are your interests?".&amp;nbsp; I do have many interests but I see no way of monetizing them.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'm just not being open-minded.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy playing videogames.&amp;nbsp; When I say playing I mean just that.&amp;nbsp; I'm not interested in designing them or writing them or testing them.&amp;nbsp; I mean sitting on the couch and playing them.&amp;nbsp; I also enjoy watching movies and surfing the internet.&amp;nbsp; Music is a hobby of mine that I used to be very passionate about but now that passion has dwindled some.&amp;nbsp; My favorite bands have remained the same and I enjoy going to concerts but I don't feel the same zest and excitement I once felt when one of my favorite bands would come to town.&amp;nbsp; When I first started going to college I was studying Film.&amp;nbsp; Film has been another passion of mine from as far back as I can remember but like music I just stopped thinking about it as much.&amp;nbsp; The love wasn't there anymore and I can't for the life of me figure out why.&amp;nbsp; I think I would enjoy being a film editor one day but is it selfish to want to find a job that you love instead of pursuing a career that is stable and that you will be able to provide for your family with?&amp;nbsp; Two of the main reasons I decided to leave the military is because I didn't want to be a part time father or a part time husband.&amp;nbsp; I know the requirements of being a film editor include long hours so would I be leaving one stressful, long hours, work weekends type of job for another one?&amp;nbsp; Will I ever have the perfect life?&amp;nbsp; Should I just stop whining?&amp;nbsp; Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi.&amp;nbsp; You're my only hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015266532833005690-4218294784946837768?l=lanceking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceking.blogspot.com/feeds/4218294784946837768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanceking.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-28-years-old-and-i-dont-know-what-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015266532833005690/posts/default/4218294784946837768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015266532833005690/posts/default/4218294784946837768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceking.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-28-years-old-and-i-dont-know-what-i.html' title='I&apos;m 28 years old and I don&apos;t know what I want to do with my life.'/><author><name>Lance King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11412692739386152826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
