The first day of my new job. Everyone seems either too young or too old to hang out with. No visible sign of fast food joint or the ever-dependable Jolijeep. No PC yet. And I have 9 days to go before my very first deadline. Talk about bummer.
Thank God for my 9-day break. The normal me would be gnashing teeth by now.
I guess I gave this firm the ultimate lip power. Because I hardly thought I’d be assigned to a position as great sounding as director. However, I’ve been around enough to know those titles amount to about as much as a wad of (used) toilet paper in this industry. I’d still be expected to do chores that virtually everyone in the company performs, except I will be blamed on more things more often, so I have to cover my ass twice as much, as there are actually more opportunities to fuck up.
Sounds totally depressing: so totally me. I can’t imagine that anyone would want to hang out with me at this rate. Ha-ha. I just miss the way everything seemed familiar at my old workplace. I guess you can’t have it all.
But come to think of it, I can’t think of any other place I’d rather be in at the moment, than here.
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