So what does it take to get you to the very end of your tether???
Maybe it’s the dawning of realization that this isn’t really the place you're supposed to be in.
Or maybe the frustration of having no work at all.
Okay this is about work. Im finally ranting about work in public... and the tone of this rant varies from soft desolation to medium boredom to loud... extremely loud frustration.
I work as an instructional designer or ID as they call it.
Its not that I don’t like the place I work in… I really do (genial smile)… its fun! I mean the atmosphere is really cool, the people are nice…I can walk in and out of the office as and when I feel like... Its just that Im feeling a little left out..
If you ask why, then I respond by shouting my loudest shout.
I don’t have anything to do here I sit in this clinical cubicle absorbing myself with absolutely nothing.
Do you realize what this feels like?
Yeah I know your saying…well what are you complaining about? blah blabber blah... But its really frustrating… yeah!!! how long can you surf the internet and come up with things to amuse yourself…
How long can you glance onto other peoples monitors come up with ideas for their animations and be all happy about helping them... It doesn’t really get attributed to you. I want to come up with stuff for my own stories…
That my friend… isn’t happening
So I end up on the bench (swivel chair) in a cubicle with artificial lights and artificial air because they don’t open the windows…
I need to be activated…. something that isn’t really happening and its bugging…
So I end up sitting here all day reading Rushdie…who I’m in love with anyway.
My hyperactive imagination conjures weird things in my head.
Maybe just maybe im gonna be fired and maybe just maybe Tushy doesnt want to tell me because he thinks I will cry and may be just maybe they are waiting for me to get so bored that I resign anwalk away. And now Im just tempted to do so.
And why am I complaining to you.. torturing you my poor reader (if you exist) I hope you come across this, tushy, because you really ought to. ( And I don’t have the balls to confront you really... for some stupid reason.) Excuse: I’m not a confrontatational person I’m an escapist…
6 comments:
It's nice to know that other people feel as frustrated at work as I do sometimes. Hopefully, we are all destined for a future filled with more than just storyboard's and doodles.
Hey Janice,
I too have been on the bench many a time. That's fine. You get this period because the work pattern is like a sine wave. take a deep breath.
you'll get over it. and don't quit. maybe you can do some rnd during this time... or if you are bored at amar arma genesis, walk over to primrose!
danke! for the empathy...;)
Am in a whirlpool of work...so thankfully, my state of vegetation has ceased.
Disclaimer: That was a momentary phase in the life of your blog-heroine. She has moved on...to record management!
work on...dont you have a delivery today???
You write well Janice! Tushy may not have seen this one, but I enjoyed it! It reflects how I've felt so many times back in the old work place. But you know what? Now that I'm out of it, I miss it so much!
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