Move to Las Vegas. Was it the right thing to do?

I opened this blog to vent out any thoughts that I may have today and the future. A major thought that's been bothering me is the idea of moving to Vegas. Let me give you a little background on my decision why I moved here. May of 2006, I supposedly graduated college, but one class held me back. I can’t really blame the professor because I barely put any effort in that class. Being a typical college student, I barley even studied on my last semester. Considering I only “failed” one class, not bad, right? I was only 1% away from getting a passing grade. Well, anyways, after “graduation”, I enjoyed my summer and traveled around the United States till my money was exhausted.

The following fall semester, I completed the class with flying colors considering I already knew the material; on top of that, I had a great professor. During the semester, I stayed at my parent’s house, so I commuted from Pittsburg to Sacramento twice a week (It’s an hour and a half one way). I also worked “part-time” at Best Buy. The reason why I quoted part-time was because I expected to only work at least 20 hours a week just to help pay off my debts from my travels, but I found myself working almost 40 hours a week. The reason I chose to work at Best Buy because I used to be employed by them when I was 18-years-old. I knew that they would re-hire me because of my experience.

When I finished my class in Sacramento State, I asked my managers if there was any room on the corporate ladder. Of course they would say yes. Just like before when I was 18, “Best Buy” broke their promises as months just passed by. I became really frustrated with my store and I clearly vented it out with my ex co-workers. I felt like I didn’t really improve in my life considering I was doing the EXACT same job when I was 18.

Oh yeah, before I forget, during this time I worked at Best Buy, I was dating a girl who I knew my whole life and the relationship ended. I was truly heart broken that it ended, but the only person to blame is me. I’m the one who decided to leave… So fast forward to April of 2007. I became really frustrated with my life and decided I needed a major change. So basically I packed up my things to move to Vegas knowing that the job market is great over here.

I applied to tons of jobs, and I got a few offers, but it didn’t really suit what I wanted as a career. A month and a half passed, and my savings was just slowly depleting. I knew I was being really picky and I told myself that whoever offers the next job position, “suck it up and accept it.” Now I work at a local college as a teacher assistant. It’s a great job because I barely do anything. I can honestly say that I work hard only for 2 hours a day. On top of that, the head of my department is short staffed, so I’ve been working overtime like crazy. Here’s an idea what I do. I come in around noon, file some things and then I sit at my desk. I bring things from home to keep me entertained, for example, I bought the program Rosetta Stone to learn Tagalog. I’ve always wanted to learn my native tongue, so it’s a great opportunity to learn right now since I have a lot of free time. About 6ish, I have to read to the college students. After I read, I take my dinner. Then around 7, I pop in a movie that I brought from home. This is one of the best jobs that I ever had. I get paid to study and watch movies!!!

Okay, that was a big background. If you forgot the reason why I am writing this blog, here is a recap. Was moving to Vegas a good idea? This is the way I see it. Here are the positives: I have total freedom, I don’t have to deal with family drama on a daily basis, my skills on the piano and guitar increased, I found the time to study Tagalog, I chose a new career (more on that later, maybe on a different blog), and one of the best jobs in my life. Some negatives: Missing family events, just the ordinary weekly visit at my cousin’s house, I really hate the feeling of leaving my family every time I visit the bay, it seems like I’m spending more money than ever, I have no close family members here in Vegas, no close friends, and it seems like I’m always hungry. I eat my normal 3 to 4 meals a day, but it’s not always home cook meals that would fill me up. I can cook, but I just don’t have the time because I work so much. On top of that, I plan to get a second job to help relieve my credit debt, so I definitely won’t have anytime to myself.

So was moving to Vegas the right thing? I don’t know =/