It's no secret I don't care for my job. Ok, I fucking hate it. I was "volunteered"( in other words, not given a choice) by my previous supervisors a year ago to join the newly established systems group within out department. This is not a job I would have applied for in the first place. I know dick about systems. I don't care how things work as long as they work and I don't have to fix them when they don't. I hate sitting in a cubicle like a caged monkey and I loathe the feeling of being watched. Not only that, it's boring. I'm not a boring person. I like to be loud and goofy and have fun. One of these days I'm going to stand on my desk and yell "Marco" just to see if anyone will yell "Polo". I'll start a wave around the office, or maybe I'll have spurts of random dancing, ANYTHING to break up the monotony of the day and help me maintain my sanity. I wonder if it would be frowned upon to roller skate around the office? Hmmmm...anyway. I'm only still there because I have 8 years with the company and my pay is good and 3 weeks of vacation plus bonus holidays is pretty damn sweet.
My biggest gripe with the whole situation is they keep moving my desk. I've been moved 4 times since July 2012. I've been moved across buildings, up and down floors and passed around cubicles. I hate it. The next thing you know I'll be in the fucking basement like Milton from the movie Office Space. It will just be me and my stapler. How sad is that???? I can picture it and it's not pretty.
Some of us just aren't meant to be trapped in cubicle hell all day. The way I see it if I'm going to spend 40 hours of my week somewhere I want to be doing something I love. Life is too short to not do what you're passionate about. I'm working on it and I hope an opportunity comes up soon that I can jump on. Until then if you're looking for me and I'm not in the spot I was last time, you can probably find me in the basement. :S
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