Ok guys. I know I went on this whole schpiel back in May about how I was back and blogging and things were so great and yadda yadda yadda. Well, I'm sorry. Because I kind of did it again. I said I was back and I disappeared.
I'm horrible and I apologize.
But in my defense, my new (still only part time) job is a super tech saavy place and also very competitive with other similar companies, and I got seriously concerned about writing. I've been wanting to write for MONTHS now, really. And I've been trying to come up with ways to word things so it's not obvious what I'm talking about, and I'm not giving away trade secrets, and I'm still sharing hilarious and ridiculous stories. And you know what? I still have not figured out the best way to do this.
However, that is not why I'm writing now. I needed to post about something that is so ridiculous, should be so far-removed from my life at this point and is not, and is a full circle topic for this blog.
Remember why I started writing in the first place? Because I was going on ridiculous interviews and had way too many hilarious encounters and stories for one person to keep to herself.
Well, even though it's unrelated to looking for a job (Oh wait! It's not! But I'll get to that shortly), it's on that same kind of subject, but now it's actually about a certain place/job/daily headache that isn't so new for me and that caused the first big pause in this blog over a year ago. If you've figured out what I'm talking about, good for you, and thanks for being a loyal follower.
So, here's the thing about having two jobs. If one of them is one you really like and wish you could do a lot more with, the other one--having started out fairly mediocre--is going to really start to become less and less tolerable. It's like basic science people. And guess what. That's exactly what's happening now.
One thing I have always always hated, and really like to avoid, is talking about what I do for a living. When I was pursuing acting, it was an awkward question. Now that I'm not pursuing acting so much, it's still an awkward question. If you're a doctor or professor or in marketing or a teacher or whatever, I'm sure it's no big deal. But when you really don't like what you do, it's the second worse question ever. (The first question obviously being something relating to your relationship status... "Are you seeing anyone special?" "When are you two going to get married?" "WE WANT GRANDBABIES." Ok, that's not a question, but it's still awful every time my mother says it).
So now, I'm in this pickle. Because I get asked by all the people at the new job what I do when I'm not there (since we're all part time). And most of these folks have AWESOME other lives. Great, unique jobs. Exciting passtimes. Awesome education paths. I don't know, but I think I'm the only one who straight up hates her day-to-day. So I'm that girl who says "well, it pays the bills" ALL THE TIME. Which is a horrid phrase. But unfortunately, extremely true in this case.
Anyways, getting to my point here. I've been tolerating my 9-5 life for a while now. Things that made me tolerate it: access to Hulu and the ability to multitask so I can watch TV shows, the times when websites are not blocked and I can enjoy my downtime and make myself less likely to go insane, venting with some of my coworkers about the annoyances we deal with, etc.
THINGS THAT ARE PUSHING ME OVER THE LINE RAPIDLY:
-Talk of blocking all streaming online
-The days/weeks/months when they getting on a blocking kick and most websites are unable to be accessed, including, at times, ones you need for work reasons
-Assigning new tasks to add to your workload without any dialog about whether or not you're interested in said task, or can handle the additional work (obviously I can if I'm watching so much TV, but that is not the point!)
-And finally.....putting up huge speakers to broadcast a call with the head honcho across the entire office, even though listening to it is technically optional and not mandatory!!!!
Yes, I've been saying this for months and months now, about how I work for Big Brother. And I'm not talking about the TV show (though that's based on the book too), but about a certain man named George Orwell and a certain famous book he wrote called 1984.
Here's the issue. I think I would probably say that 1984 is my favorite book ever. And it's been that way since I read it a decade ago or whatever. However, I love the book because it's a look at the world as you'd NEVER WANT IT TO BE. It's a guide as to how not to behave as a society. And yet, here I am, living in it (in a way).
Joke's on me, I guess. Apparently enjoying Dystopian novels instead of Utopian ones leads to living a life kind of similar to your favorite genre. Great. Now I'm totally freaked out about how much I loved "The Hunger Games" trilogy. (Although I have some sweet skills with a bow and arrow now, so maybe I'll survive).
So, there you have it. Those crazy stories about companies I interviewed with and weird emails I received in response to applications and all the other ridiculous stuff? Well it turns out things could be just as ridiculous when you're not looking for a job and you're just working one. And mine happens to be the real world equivalent to the Ministry of Love. Just with windows (which have to have the blinds completely closed most of the time).
So, what is the lesson to be learned today, kids? It's that my job sucks balls and since my final vacation of the summer (that would have really made finding a new job a challenge) is about to start and end soon here, I'm just about free and clear to really start looking for something new for the end of summer/fall.
But I have no idea what that will be.
I just watched "Pregnant in Heels" on Hulu (yes, I DO try to find the crappiest reality shows on TV to add to my already mindless day! And yes, I DID watch "The Bachelorette" right before that!), and part of me was like, ooooh! maybe I'll try to nanny during the day and then do this other job on evenings and weekends (the other job being the one I really like, clearly)! And then I remembered I don't like kids all that much and I haven't dealt with them on a nanny-like level in years. So that leaves two options...besides going back to Craigslist and having hilarious emails/interviews to write about again. 1) I somehow find magic powers and turn this part-time gig into a full-time thing, and live happily ever after. Or 2)...and if you're a sibling, you know how this goes...I ask my Dad to help me out.
Ughhhhhh. Why didn't they tell you in college that real life is HARD and that you'll never land the dream job and have a perfect life filled with happiness and sunshine and unicorns??
Instead, you'll get to spend your days listening to Rosie Pope's weird lispy accent while trying to make your tedious tasks somehow more interesting and using a bathroom that someone is always awkwardly pooping in while you're in there.
