Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Within an hour of my arrival at work, all my allotted tasks are complete. I had hoped that this department would challenge me and keep me occupied, but thus far my hopes are disappointed. I can only imagine that customers continue to send emails to my absent manager, and that upon his return we will face a backlog of unknown but doubtless immense proportions. In the meantime I can only go back to assisting those who were my colleagues, although that department is also far from busy.

It is times like this I begin to daydream. How nice would a better paying job be, to enable more travel and adventures! This job has so many negatives I wonder why I am still here. It is too far from home, my hours are exhaustingly long, and my pay is well below average for this job type.

Dissatisfaction is rife within my heart. I am corporatised, conformed, cloned, cornered. I wear nice clothes and uncomfortable shoes. I have removed most of my piercings, and have refrained from getting a tattoo. I want to go wild! I want to spike my hair instead of brushing it, and shop at Victorian Gothic instead of Target. I want to be me.

5 comments:

Within Without said...

And what, Stace, would that be?

It certainly doesn't sound like a very appealing place to be. But where else COULD you be...to be me?

Stace said...

What is being me? That's a good question. I don't even know any more! How much of "me" has been created by my circumstances? How much of "me" is purely a rebellious impulse which will never be fulfilled? Who am I, really, anyway?

Within Without said...

You're just playin' with me...no, really...what would you/could you rather be doing that you can do?

Is there other employment available for what you do? Doesn't sound like you'd have much to lose checkin' it out...

Stace said...

I would love to run a business, probably with Aidan - a cafe or bar, or even a backpackers hostel. That's the pipe dream.

Within Without said...

A pipe dream is something you know has no chance of ever working because it's going to go up in smoke.

What's to say your dream can't happen?