Yep. It’s Monday. My least favorite day of the week. Spent the majority of it contemplating moving to some Caribbean island and opening a bar. What would make my bar different though? How would it make money? And I would need someone to come with me, otherwise I’ll have to do all the work myself and that would probably end up being more work than what I do now….Might have to rethink/shelve Caribbean bar plans for the moment…Especially since I can see myself drinking all of my profits and probably doing way more partying than working. Hmm…make mental note to revisit Caribbean bar dream next Monday since said dream is actually turning out to be logistical nightmare. Leave it to me to overthink even that!
Recently a friend of mine shared with me that her job is whisking her away to a desirable city, with a cushy title and even shouldering her relocation expense. Insert big sigh here. Of course I’m happy for her, thrilled and plan to visit as soon as possible, but of course it made me take a hard look at my situation. Do I like my job? Umm…yeah, that’s a big fat NO, please refer to previous blog entries. And my friend’s promotion just added to the reasons why. In spite of the fact that I do not like my job, I have a crazy work ethic and can not help but bust my ass. I always give 100% minimum. And what has my reward been exactly? Praise followed by a heaping dose of…more work. And it has nothing to do with money because I recently had to ask for an increase, given my ever increasing workload, and I got it, but it’s clear to me that no amount of money is going to make me happy here.
I think I should find one of those online tests/quizzes to see what is supposed to be your ideal job. Lemme see….google and bam….983,000 results for career quiz….Fantastic! Ok…trying not to get daunted…Let’s start at the top….Typical, as I’m sitting here trying to take an online quiz to decide what direction my life should take on my lunch break here comes the Wicked Witch of the West aka my boss with an emergency to bring my escape fantasies to a screeching halt and remind me I am her prisoner. BWAHAHAHA!
Seriously….save me! meep!