I have been under a lot of stress at work lately. There are so many new projects I am taking on (translate to: assigned). The learning curve feels forever steep and I sort of curse myself for caring so much. I am not one to half-ass anything.
Even this blog can be a strain. I do not like to post things in a hurry. I like to take my time and make sure everything is just to my satisfaction. I try to make use of every spare minute I can carve out, but it never seems like enough. It is not fair that I should spend so much time perfecting things like payroll and timekeeping when those things do not matter much to me at the end of the day.
I loved the idea of creating a cheeky admin assistant identity, but more and more it lacks humor in everyday life. I am a girl Friday to so many people. I am the girl that fetches copies and grits her teeth and bares it. I am the girl with so much potential who wastes it in a job and does not pursue a practical, lucrative career. They think this is all I am and all I am ever meant to be.
On the precipice of job security, I send a wish out into the great wide expanse that someday I will be more than I am today. (And since I know wishing is only whining in a wistful voice, I will sit at this desk and string humble sentences together, one at a time.)
I am feeling rather accomplished tonight. I took care of some odious tasks like buying a new vacuum filter, cleaning the stove burners, and decluttering my desk. I went a marketing on Saturday morning with Julia J. I bought “sexy lettuce” on the advisement of the lettuce lady and I made Yukon Gold mashed potatoes. I’m like a smug-married (minus the married). I even managed to write this weekend! Shocker! I also caught up on Hex and finished watching Deadwood season 2.
It seems crazy, but I think I am getting the hang of this working stiff lifestyle. Now if I could just manage getting to work on time and staying composed in the face of annoying a-holes…
Considering my overall lack of patience, I really think starting a career in the Administrative Arts was a spectacularly bad idea. I think I confuse people with my otherwise cheery disposition. I am all too happy to organize potlucks, go on coffee runs, and chitchat at the water cooler. My enthusiasm wanes, however, when idiots call, when imbeciles enter the office, and when illiterates (aka students) require my help.
Notice I never equate work with fulfillment…?
I watched The Devil Wears Prada last night. Apparently I’m not the first girl to fall into a job in the Administrative Arts. Too bad my job doesn’t come with a closet full of couture that I can pick through at my leisure. Also too bad that a size six is now a size fourteen. Wait, does that make the reverse true? A size fourteen is a size six. Yes, sounds like logic to me. (What are the implications for Caprica!Six? Discuss amongst yourselves…)
I can’t believe I forgot to mention I’m going to see THE DRESDEN DOLLS!!!!!!! I got tickets for the end of July in San Francisco! I haven’t been to a concert in so long—in fact I could probably list them on two hands—Alanis Morissette, Bush, No Doubt (all three with The Pink Fairy), 311, A Perfect Circle, and Unwritten Law. Anyway, I love Amanda Palmer’s lyrics. She sprinkles the F-word liberally (Shhh! Don’t tell my mom!) like Liz Phair (Used to? I haven’t listened to her latest) and talks about S-E-X. If you can’t be dirty in music, then where can you?
I’m no Rachel Ray. I hosted a couple of friends for a Fourth of July barbeque. I can’t do everything in 30 minutes and I suck at being bubbly and making up cute acronyms. My annoying neighbors partied from noon until 9 PM. One of their guests showed off her prominent plumbers’ crack and I had an interesting vantage point from my balcony. When the obnoxious neighbors came up to introduce themselves to me on my patio I asked myself, What Would Starbuck Do? The only answer I could come up with was to punch my neighbors. Against my better judgment, I ran the other way and boiled inwardly.
I think that’s it on the randomness front. I’m off. Damn, I forgot to wear my trusty cardigan. Now I won’t have the desired effect of my cape blowing briskly as I fly off to solve Some Great Payroll Problem…
Currently playing on the radio: Snow Patrol, Chasing Cars
