Yesterday… Today… Tomarrow

I really feel like I’m in a huge slump.  I usually get this way when I start to get really fed up with my job.  I’m totally fed up with my professional situation right now.  I feel one day slipping into another and another and … you get the idea.  I find myself craving excitement.  While I’m paying off my debt, excitement is not something I’m finding very easily now-a-days.    I work a very boring job.  I’ve changed departments within the company I work for and even that didn’t help.  I totally feel the pressure of being an adult.  I can’t quit my job and pursue being an interior decorator, or a tattoo parlor manager because I have a mortgage.  I need to pay bills, most importantly I need to pay off my debt. I envy people who have a dream job.  Getting up every day and going to a job you love must be an amazing feeling.   I’m sure those people have drama in their lives just like the rest of us, but I’d sacrifice a lot to wake up in the morning feeling excited about the day; about what prospects are on the horizon.  Instead I just feel the gloom and doom of another day at the office.  I drag myself to my feet and trudge to the bathroom to brush the film off my teeth and convince myself that having a hang nail is not a valid reason for calling in sick.  It doesn’t help that I don’t really get along with the women I work with.  They are old, smelly and they gossip like bitchy school girls.  I don’t have anything against old people.  God willing I’ll be old someday, it’s just that I figured working with so many post-menopausal women would alleviatethe hormonal mood swings and gnarly behavior that come with working in an office full of women.  This is NOT the case.  They are a pack of vicious hyenas- tearing at the soft underbelly of my emotions with their snide remarks and well aimed side eyes.  Moving on to the smell… oh my lord the smell.  I’m a sucker for personal hygiene.  I shower twice a day, everyday,the right way- with Irish Spring… this way I smell like a champion.  It boggles the mind that a woman willing to pay to have her hair done every week will skip several days of showers.  This is not OK.  Spraying on some rose scented perfume to try and mask the oder does not help.  It only succeeds in making you smell like a lump of dog shadoobie rotting in a flower garden.     I wish I could leave a bar of soap and a stick of deodorant anonymously for these bitches, maybe then they’d get the idea.  The gossiping is really the worst part of my job.  I know that it happens everywhere and in most offices, that really doesn’tmake me feel any better about the situation.  Anyone who reads this blog knows that I hated high school, the gossiping was the worst part.  I try my best to abstain from the gossiping, I do give in from time to time but mostly outside of work and to individuals that aren’t associated with my office.  I’d rather not even know the personal business of my co-workers.  On second thought I’d rather not know my co-workers at all.  I do have to admit that not everyone in the office or in the building is a total washed-up douche-bag.   There is one woman in the office that is consistently nice to me, and a doctor that works in the corridor down the hall from me that always smiles at me and takes me to lunch from time to time.  I am so thankful for these individuals, they keep me sane.  I know that tons of people go through the same thing that I do every single day.  Just like me they get up again and again like a punch drunk boxer, tired and beat down, but refusing to give up.   

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