What's the word I'm looking for...melancholy? No, that's not it. Itchy and unsatisfied? Eh, getting warmer. Oh wait, I got it! SOLD! Ok, you're probably scratching your head wondering if I'm mixing my meds again today (I wish I was) with a big WTF dancing a jig over your head. Well this little light o' mine, I'm gonna let it shine, so sit back and take notes. A year ago I thought had it all figured out. I rose from the dirt, dusted my ass off, and hauled it into school, knowing I would walk out 9 months later with a well respected career. It wasn't my first choice; hell, it wasn't even my third or fourth. Truth be told, I wasn't really remotely interested in getting into healthcare at all-It just never twirled my beanie-yeah, people have to be healthy, but I was more interested in making them pretty. Unfortunately beauty school doesn't hand over many job guarantees, so I did the responsible thing. Three months in, and I feel...