bon anniversaire
Today is my one-year anniversary at my job. I’ve never had a full-time job for this long before, so it’s kind of a landmark for me. Of course, I’m starting to look for something else, but it’s always good to acknowledge baby steps.
I feel like I’m diving into the abyss. I’m thinking maybe I’m going to ditch the whole office-work-thing entirely. I want to do something that no longer involves sitting at a desk and rotting my brain with computerwaves. I want to be active, and interact with people, and make a difference, and not be a minion.
This would be much easier if I didn’t have to do that whole keeping-my-nights-open-for-teaching-and-rehearsals thing. Goddammit.
Thank you for being helpful and supportive and all-around wacky and wonderful. My friends rule.
well, here’s the thing. I was a temp, and now I work for a theatre. I’m not getting paid any more here than I’d get paid having an interesting job. So right now I’m getting the double bonus of not only hating what I do, but ALSO getting paid jack for it. Pretty stupid.
Darn right your friends rule! We rule with an IRON FIST.
(and occasionally surprise cookies.)
I prefer to rule with sensitivity and understanding, but that’s just me.
pussy.
Obviously I’m reserving the iron fist for /you/.
The other dilemma is that the kinds of jobs you seem interested in generally don’t pay nearly as well as the stupid sit-on-your-butt-in-front-of-a-computer-for-8-hours-a-day jobs do.
Of course, they do often have their own intrinsic rewards that aren’t counted in cold, hard cash. But, when you gotta pay the landlord on the 1st of every month, unfortunately sometimes those soul-enriching benefits have to take a back seat to keeping a roof over your head.