Have spend the last 2 weeks job hunting after yet another entry-level shitty job has come to an end. This is the latest in a long line of jobs that have started well but never go anywhere and end up with me leaving, humiliated, after all my colleagues get promoted and I'm still where I started.
I ask for more responsibility, take on extra tasks, work hard, never off sick, any appraisals have been good. I thought it was because I was part-time, but this job I asked to increase my hours and they said great, then employed someone new and said now they can't increase my hours. It's like my face doesn't fit anywhere.
So here I am now, mid 40's, no career and realistically, no prospect of a career. I do consider myself very fortunate, I have a lovely DH and 3 teenage DC, house, I really do appreciate that, but I can't shake this massive sense of failure that I feel (not to mention total lack of financial security/independance).
What I'd really like to do is paint, draw, make stuff all day. I'm on the verge of quitting the all consuming job hunt and doing this, despite it realistically earning me no money. Is this a midlife crisis?!