"I Was Never Meant To Work"

A friend at work bought me that - it’s a coaster. It’s not very clear, but it says “i was never meant to work.” I keep it on my desk at the office... It’s very true.

I’ve said before that I like my job, I like the company I work for, I’m even lucky enough to like most of the people I work with... But that if I didn’t have to work, I wouldn’t. I don’t like the petty behavior, the childishness, sitting at a desk all day in essentially a windowless office because the manager that sits in front of me never opens his blinds... I don’t like playing the game. And I really don’t think that having a different job would help - in my mind; the grass has just as much dog poop on it on the other side...

You know, it really just boils down to the fact that I hate actually having to go to an office every day... If I could work from home, where I would be left alone and it could be as quiet or as noisy as I want it to be, I would be so much happier. I’m pretty anti-social - especially if I’m working on a big project. I can’t stand having to over-hear stupid crap going on all around me constantly... It hurts my brain.

Here are a few examples of crap just in the past week that I wouldn’t have hurting my brain if I wasn’t here to hear it:

- Three “ladies” (I use that term very loosely) in the office making their plans for what time they were going to meet for a concert they were all going to, what snacks to bring, where to park... Blah blah blah... This was for about 30 minutes - right before they all went to lunch together! Really?? It couldn’t have waited?

- “Lady” next to me yelling at her children on the phone 75 - 90% of the day...

- “Lady” next to me lying to her bosses over and over again... “I always take your mail downstairs right after you give it to me!” (That’s a load of crap - you always have other people take it down because you are too lazy... That’s why I run past your desk without stopping...) “I never got that e-mail...” (Umm... yeah, you did. It was sent out to the whole office. And your boss totally called you out on it. Awesome.) Ugh.

- Other “lady” complaining for about 30 minutes yesterday. She had won an office drawing for box seats to an event - ended up with about 6 tickets or so because someone else couldn’t use theirs. Her complaint - there was no free food or drinks in the suite. She said it was “really embarrassing” because she had told the people she was bringing that there would be... Really? For who? So, tell me - did you have to pay to get in? Nope - free tickets. Were you down on the uncomfortable stadium seats? Nope - box seats. So... You and your family had to pay for some snacks and sodas because no one realized that you are apparently something really special and they should roll out the stinking red carpet for you and throw rose petals at your feet???? Poor. You.

- “Lady” next to me complaining about the fact that there is a training class using the lunch room today because the other classrooms were already booked. Ok... I get it. It’s inconvenient. But wait..... She is the one that handles all the scheduling of the rooms... If it’s so horrible to have the lunch room occupied - tell the people that set up the training that they absolutely cannot use it! Problem solved!

- Seeing a friend at work get bullied and her managers not doing anything about it... It makes me sick.

- Over-hearing yesterday that the “lady” next to me got even more of her responsibilities pawned off on someone else while I am continuously given even more crap to do. This just reinforces the fact in my head that if you bust your butt, the only reward you get is more work...

That’s just a small handful of examples. Add in the noise level because people seem to be incapable of controlling the VOLUME OF THEIR VOICES and you get a glimpse into why I would love working from home. Even then... I would probably still prefer to not work at all. But at least I’d be able to work in my jammies...

I recently was given a glorious light at the end of the tunnel that hopefully will make it so I won’t be sitting at this desk until my retirement date of June 16, 2045 (Gross, right? I almost cried the first time I saw it). With J’s new job there is a much better chance for promotions... I got him to agree that when he is making as much on his own as we are making combined right now, I can stop working! He said not to hold my breath because it’s not that small of an amount to make up... But at least I have my little glimmer - my silver lining...

Hey, a girl can dream, right???