Oh but Mario Lopez's dimples were so cute!
I'm exhausted. It's my third week of full-time employment and my experience so far has been mentally and physically draining. To wake up before the sun rises is just plain obscene in my eyes and to move nonstop from the second my eyes open until sometimes the end of the night (because I live in a loud house full of action and stories of other peoples' work-related adventures/frustrations, whatever you want to call them) is slowly turning my hair white.
I need another weekend getaway in Mexico.
While I realize it was not that long ago that I complained about how bored, broke and unfulfilled I was when I had no job, it's amazing how little of the sun I see these days and how difficult it is to balance work, life, dinner, keep in touch with loved ones and fight the urge to ask my company for a scooter so I can dart around the office "as per" -- isn't "as per" such an office word?!?!? yuck! -- the bosses' requests at lightning speed. I'd get my work done more quickly, but somehow I think that would only encourage the bosses (of which I have, oh, 87) to give me more work.
Am I complaining? Maybe. But it's only out of sheer exhaustion. It's the kind of exhaustion that breeds warmer feelings like fulfillment, direction, self worth. When I come home, trade my heels for my flip flops and make my way back to the garage with my glass of wine in hand, I feel like I've earned it. And when I get all stupid and slurry-mouthed, I actually have stories to tell that have nothing to do with how cute the Guatemalan baby was on Adoption Stories today. Or what inane thing Mario Lopez said on Pet Star. Or how stretched out Erica Kane's face looks when she's trying to be indignant on All My Children. (Seriously, I used to talk about these things with firm conviction.)
These days I talk about work and what delusions I may have of a budding career, which is not nearly as interesting or scandalous as reality TV or soap operas, but it gives me a sense of purpose. And it makes me sound less shallow and more, um, self-involved...which is much more fun.
I need another weekend getaway in Mexico.
While I realize it was not that long ago that I complained about how bored, broke and unfulfilled I was when I had no job, it's amazing how little of the sun I see these days and how difficult it is to balance work, life, dinner, keep in touch with loved ones and fight the urge to ask my company for a scooter so I can dart around the office "as per" -- isn't "as per" such an office word?!?!? yuck! -- the bosses' requests at lightning speed. I'd get my work done more quickly, but somehow I think that would only encourage the bosses (of which I have, oh, 87) to give me more work.
Am I complaining? Maybe. But it's only out of sheer exhaustion. It's the kind of exhaustion that breeds warmer feelings like fulfillment, direction, self worth. When I come home, trade my heels for my flip flops and make my way back to the garage with my glass of wine in hand, I feel like I've earned it. And when I get all stupid and slurry-mouthed, I actually have stories to tell that have nothing to do with how cute the Guatemalan baby was on Adoption Stories today. Or what inane thing Mario Lopez said on Pet Star. Or how stretched out Erica Kane's face looks when she's trying to be indignant on All My Children. (Seriously, I used to talk about these things with firm conviction.)
These days I talk about work and what delusions I may have of a budding career, which is not nearly as interesting or scandalous as reality TV or soap operas, but it gives me a sense of purpose. And it makes me sound less shallow and more, um, self-involved...which is much more fun.
posted by deconstructionist at 10:43 PM
1 Comments:
ok, first off, that guatemalan baby was cute. secondly, doesn't kendall have a horse-face? thirdly, don't think of "as per" as an office word, think of it as "ass purr." it'll get you through the day with a smile ... down there.
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