Getting Lost on my Commute Back to Work

Every time I go looking for work, I inevitably go for the first job that is offered to me. This is a terrible way to pick your place of employment. It leads to an inevitable feeling of not belonging there. The novelty of income wears thin when you are someplace you don't want to be. It isn't that you don't like the place necessarily, but more along the lines of not feeling engaged by the work.

Any time I go looking for work, I have visions of some close to perfect job just landing in my lap. Some high-paying job I could get that would relieve the stresses in my life. That job does not exist in the real world though (at least not yet...), so I end up crawling through the muck of craigslist ads with bad spelling, high standards, and poor wages for anyone who isn't trying to become a salesman.

I remember dreaming of becoming a teacher some day. Then the crushing world of academia reared it's hideous beastie face at me and I lost interest in it a bit too late in the game to change things up while I was at college. I embrace my love of the dying medium of books and their wordfulness. I'm adjusting my dreams to the new world in which I do not what to be broken by the standardized test teaching nonsense of most public schools these days.

So what's it mean when you lose a dream. You have to find another one obviously. That part I haven't figured out yet. I don't know where my dream career is and given the prospects being offered by the internet's go to junk pile. Still, I think it's time I tried to figure out what the next dream is gonna be.
-AB