October 05, 2007
Career Schmareer
Wenchie has a bit of melancholy today, my pets. I just had to leave a job for the third time this year.
In February, I quit my job of nine years because I was the only one with the cajones to stand up to a douchebag.
This spring, I worked for Mr. Frowny Face until I'd swallowed all the bile that I possibly could.
Then in June, my dynamic ass starting working for Husband's financial advisor of twenty years.
And today? Today I left him in the lurch. It sucked. And now I'm having to learn a whole new job. Again. All new names, new acronyms, new email system, new copy machine, new supply room.
I don't like change. Well, change that's not about purses, I don't like.
This only serves to make me hate GB more. Hmmm... what's more than the white-hot rage of a thousand burning suns?
It's possible I'm just romantisizing Days Gone By, as we poets are wont to do, but I had a pretty good thing going at Eight-Year Job. I'd earned a pretty good amount of respect, considering the scant politeness that managers usually show secretaries. I knew my way around the mail room, and the politics. I was comfy.
I wonder -- will Wenchie ever find a real home for her spectacular typing skills and attention to detail? Or am I doomed to roam the earth like an unemployed Cain?
My youthful fantasies of knights on unicorns have been replaced by a yearning for The Perfect Job.
*sigh*
In the meantime, enjoy The Gashlycrumb Tinies. They always cheer me up.
Comments
Come apply where I am. We could car pool!
Posted by: Marty at October 5, 2007 02:23 PM
Love the Gashlycrumb Tinies. However he didn't have a "d". D is for Debbie who died of dispair.
I hear you regarding the job/career. My unemployment comp runs out soon ... anyone need a graphic designer? SB
Posted by: Snippy Bitch at October 5, 2007 10:34 PM