I’m so not liking my job right now!

Not that I ever liked it, it’s more like the place where I have to spend a couple of hours everyday to get paid once so often so I can live my life. Call it emotional hookery for lack of a better phrase. I work for an agency that regulates a certain industry; it’s not the most exciting of jobs, it’s not brain surgery either any cold-hearted person can do it. I’ve tolerated it because it’s pretty much hassle-free (just follow industry regulations), it’s right downtown, great hours (8:30-4:30) and very much unlike my last, which was full of stress, drama and crummy pay.

Lately it’s hasn’t been great at the office. November’s our busiest month and my workload seems to have doubled and since the turn around time remains the same I’m literally in a maniacal frenzy to keep up. This undoubtedly has brought on a bit of stress. It’s bound to get worse; I may have to work overtime, even come in on Saturdays, which is like a taboo. There’s one thing I don’t do and that’s to work beyond my scheduled hours.

Then there’s my boss! He keeps plying me with ‘special projects’ knowing very well I’m up to my eyeballs in work. I don’t know… maybe he thinks I’m superhuman or whatever but it’s fucking annoying! He’s in my office like five times a day with files with irritating instructions on how to handle them. Next he tells me “these are really easy so it shouldn’t take too much of your time” Well, if it’s that easy why don’t you do them yourself??? This kind of emotional aggravation, I don’t need!

I’ve probably said this about a million times but it’s really true, I’m not a nine to five person. It was supposed to be different here. This was where I was going to explore, find myself, become the person I was supposed to be before I got sucked into this corporate vortex. I was going to get into a writing program, dabble a bit in culinary arts, write a book, travel and work in the hospitality industry. So how did I get here? Well, how does one remain in a loveless marriage? How does one remain in a dead-end job? Obligations. Obligations aside complacency with ones current situation tends to run in my family.

I took my job in subtle desperation, I’d just moved and wanted so bad to prove the naysayers wrong. It was important that I not fail; hence I imperatively had to find a job equal to my past job since everyone cautioned against moving to Canada as “there’re no jobs in Canada” I didn’t think about personal aspirations, I didn’t consider my aversion to my former life, I just wanted to prove them wrong and be employed too.

So why don’t I quit my job now and follow the rainbow? Well, like I said obligations…we’re filing for permanent residency status for my mom and I have to be gainfully employed for that and after that there’d probably be something else!

ps: I know I’m hours late but to my British readers Happy Bonfire Night! and to the rest of the world… Happy Matrix Revolutions viewing!

~[m-w’s word of the day]~

PLAYING: Superstar - Jamilia

READING: The Nanny – Melissa Nathan

WATCHING: The OC

QUOTE: “You rock it just like your supposed ta!”