For the past month
I have been going through a weird sort of depression. It's not the monthly type that makes me cry and bemoan the sad state of my happy life. NO, this has been a strange sort of depression. It hits me at only at work and chocolate is powerless against it even yummy little belgian chocolates.
This workopression makes me especially miserable when I have to create tasks for myself as opposed to my boss giving me work. I wonder about my job.
Granted, this is my first job but really am i supposed to have so much free time? I spend an entire day writing 1 single press release because I am scared that I won't have anything to do if I finish it.
Its not like I have a lousy work ethic. I am the type who took 22 hours a semester (thats 7 classes), held down two jobs and still maintained a 3.8/4.0 GPA.
I can't have done that if I was the type that intentionally takes a whole day to write one lousy little press release.
And I share office with the most experienced person in the office, Gerry - who is always working.
ALways I tell you. He has these important conference calls he attends to, training sessions that needs his supervision and emails that has to be answered. He is on the phone constantly, regular little popping sounds are heard from his laptop telling him (& me) that he's got yet another email.
I get popping sounds too in my little corner.
"Cake in the break room" my mails says.
Raphsodies of joy and thrills of delight
Cake in the break room - company cced email but still its to me and it's about cake.
Gerry sometimes drops me a glance when I lean back in my so-corporate-swiveling chair to type out a press release. "You look comfortable". Since I lIKE Gerry, i shall decline to comment on the snicker behind statement.
I shall change this.
Tomorrow, I will storm into boss's room and demand to be given challenging tasks that utilizes my '3.8 GPA-mainitaining-22 hours- a-semester' brain.
Gerry shall hear my phones buzzing and shall hear the furious typing of my keyboard while I whizz through the day answering all important calls that need my urgent urgent attention.
And he shall be impressed.
2 comments:
Hey, I'M impressed.
MJ.
MJ, I can always count on you.
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