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Jul. 11th, 2006 11:00 amAnyone else have those days where it occurs to you there really aren't any good reasons to feel proud of yourself? [Stupid question - most folks are sane enough not to admit that.]
I guess it's because I really have too much mental time on my hands with my current job - there's enough (barely) to do, but most of it doesn't require much in the way of brainpower, so my mind just goes elsewhere.
I really need to start keeping a log of all the times I make a bad decision (this being a shining example: "work" or play online? Hm.) and start tallying them up by day. That I hate the corporate world is a pretty clear conclusion from the start, but I really need to start figuring out a better way to cope than escaping to the world of the internet. Even if it is just finding mindless busywork to do instead.
Really, though; I can't do squat - all my drawings come out warped, my lame attempts at crafting? No dice. I can't knit, sew, anything. I haven't touched the piano in the last 2 years. All the new projects I start? I don't even get underway, let alone finish.
In work, I'm endlessly disappointed - no one wants a secretary, receptionist, or administrative assistant who will think for themselves, only one who says they can before accepting carte blanche orders from a Higher Up. [Example: seeing supply needs, ordering them, and then being told that no, we don't need that second trashcan, even if we do fill it daily.] And no one wants an introverted one, either. It makes it hard to like your front-office job when you hate people. Guh.
I really need to win the lottery so I can just go back to school and be a student again.
[ETA: If you want my attention, and I'm sitting right at the front desk, say something like 'Hi' or 'Excuse me' if it's clear I'm busy. Don't ring the fucking call bell as loudly as you possibly can. It's deafeningly painful and RUDE. It also means that about four people from the back come up to offer assistance, and then we both look stupid. Worst 5 bucks ever spent at Staples, that damn bell... Rrgh.]
I guess it's because I really have too much mental time on my hands with my current job - there's enough (barely) to do, but most of it doesn't require much in the way of brainpower, so my mind just goes elsewhere.
I really need to start keeping a log of all the times I make a bad decision (this being a shining example: "work" or play online? Hm.) and start tallying them up by day. That I hate the corporate world is a pretty clear conclusion from the start, but I really need to start figuring out a better way to cope than escaping to the world of the internet. Even if it is just finding mindless busywork to do instead.
Really, though; I can't do squat - all my drawings come out warped, my lame attempts at crafting? No dice. I can't knit, sew, anything. I haven't touched the piano in the last 2 years. All the new projects I start? I don't even get underway, let alone finish.
In work, I'm endlessly disappointed - no one wants a secretary, receptionist, or administrative assistant who will think for themselves, only one who says they can before accepting carte blanche orders from a Higher Up. [Example: seeing supply needs, ordering them, and then being told that no, we don't need that second trashcan, even if we do fill it daily.] And no one wants an introverted one, either. It makes it hard to like your front-office job when you hate people. Guh.
I really need to win the lottery so I can just go back to school and be a student again.
[ETA: If you want my attention, and I'm sitting right at the front desk, say something like 'Hi' or 'Excuse me' if it's clear I'm busy. Don't ring the fucking call bell as loudly as you possibly can. It's deafeningly painful and RUDE. It also means that about four people from the back come up to offer assistance, and then we both look stupid. Worst 5 bucks ever spent at Staples, that damn bell... Rrgh.]
