job

Like most employed people in this country, I have a job that I can't stand.

The thing is, I'm supposed to love it.

In many respects it's a dream job. It can be challenging. I can pretty much come and go as I please. I work in a small office of 8-10 people, and that means I am certainly not a cog in the huge corporate machine, a number, a worker bee. I do not work in cubicle hell, in fact, there are no cubicles at all, which rocks. I am paid fairly (then again, we're all dissatisfied with our salaries, no matter how high they climb, aren't we?). All this, yet, I can't stand my job.

Maybe it's because there's too few people here and I haven't really connected with any of them as friends. Maybe it's because it's so fucking dark in here (the lights are always off in here so a small minority of people can better see their computer monitors). Maybe it's because my boss is perfect and I can never be as smart, articulate, and properly educated as he is. Maybe it's because it's so fucking quiet in here that I can hear a mouse scurrying across the indoor/outdoor carpet.

Whatever the reason, here I am, stuck. For now...