Something Creative
I don’t like my job. Wait I think that’s an understatement…right now I hate my job. It’s sucking my will to live. Getting up on days where I know I need to go to the office is depressing. One reason is that it’s not even close to a challenge for me. Sometimes I honestly think that my dog could be trained to do the job if only it didn’t have to answer the phone. There is nothing but tedium waiting for me when I walk through the doors at 8 am. My brain is mostly going to waste…all I do is answer the phone, take payments & type form letters. Nothing challenging, nothing creative.
Every second I sit in that chair in front I feel suffocated. Every move I make, every task is exactly the same as the day before. I feel like an automaton…everything by rote, staring at my screen but seeing only the abyss. I wonder where life went all screwy that I ended up here. My job wasn’t supposed to be the administrative assistant to some small insurance agency. I wanted to be a writer, adventurer, and historian. Sort of Indiana Jones meets Jane Austen with better clothes. My job was supposed to take me across the country & around the world….
I need a change….a new direction, a new lease on my work life. Now if only I didn’t need my job so we could survive…
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