Good morning, America! For my very first blog entry, I want to say...I broke my memory. No, I do not mean I cannot remember certain things about my past, perhaps because of age or mental refusal to recall. I intentionally broke my memory. I took a hammer and smashed past reminisces. Why? One cliche' reason alone: No one should live in the past, because the past is all gone. We cannot go backwards, no matter how hard we try. So, from this point on, I vow to stare my future in the face instead of daily thinking about what I "should have" done. Life lesson.
I sit at my modest little desk with the keyboard that clacks back and forth when I type because it is unstable. Oh, wait, I just fixed it. Never mind.
I need a new job. And I never thought I'd say this, but it's strictly because my boss is the devil. All of the signs are there. "Does your boss make you feel insignificant, as if your contribution is unneeded or unwelcome? Is your boss unapproachable? Mean? Do you still believe you want to leave your job even after considering chasing a raise of as much as 50% of what you're making now? Do you have benefits that are worth holding on to?" She fusses at me--like one would a child. She goes into her office and pouts when something doesn't go her way (or she storms at me). No one could pay me enough to continue working here. I have no benefits; in actuality, I'm paying the government taxes and ruining my car. That's anti-progressive to getting benefits! Now, one would say I have the "perfect" job. It's my grandfather's company; it's flexible; I don't punch in the clock; I can move around the city; I interact and provide a valuable service to others; I get paid...but I'm inexpensive labor. And did I mention all that driving is ruining my poor Focus?! I'm doing to job of two people (selling and executive assistant). And my boss is the devil!!!
[Sorry. A little vent there...]
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