Being at work all day makes me feel like I am trapped in a big clear box that I am unable to break out of. No one seems to notice I am even in the box except for the dude who is slowly but surely cutting off my air supply. If I were to start screaming “get me out of here!!!” people would think I am crazy and have me committed, so I can’t do that. There must be some way out of the box because I somehow managed to get in here. So once I figure that out things will be just fine. This job is so demoralizing, debilitating and depressing (alliteration eh?). What’s a girl to do? But for whatever reason no one else wants to hire me.
People are always saying “it could be worse.” Well that doesn’t make me feel any better. Duh, it can ALWAYS get worse. It could even get worse for the guy who has to cleans out port-a-potties for a living. Just because it can get worse doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck. You could always get demoted, take a pay cut, or get fired. There is always a harder, more boring, more annoying, and dirtier job out there. But I hardly think “it could always be worse” is something to hang your hat on. If it’s bad, it’s bad, it doesn’t matter how bad in relation to other people’s badness, if it is bad for you no matter how good it might be for other people it is still on some level – bad. So I don’t see why people are constantly pointing out that it could get worse. Who are you helping?
Today I was actually busy. Busy doing god knows what. But I hardly got a second to relax. I ended the day by entering a million and one contacts into Matt’s outlook “contacts” folder and by the time I was finished all the numbers were starting to blur together. I hope he doesn’t try to call someone from the list because any names I entered between 4:30 and 5:00 are pretty much guaranteed to be missing a few numbers or have some sort of misspelling. But what can you expect from me? I am just a secretary and I pretty bad one at that.
It was a day of frustrations but it is over now. Lots of little things to do that I really hope I didn’t get too mixed up. I don’t know why I care all of a sudden, but I can’t help but think I sent the wrong clients the wrong bill. But I suppose if that's the case they will call and complain when they get it, and then I will get fired. Then Matt’s new secretary will send them the correct bill and they will pay it. So it will all get worked out in the end and the right clients will eventually pay the right bill, so no need to worry. I have resigned myself to the fact that I will never do anything to really help the people I work for. Which I guess could be a good thing because at least I can enjoy the fact that I am definitely not making any kind of positive contribution to the corporate world. I should have known that this job would lead to a feeling of uselessness because even in our training session when I first started working here they specifically told us not to say "can I help you?" when we answer the phone. I guess because everybody that works here knows we don’t do anything. And how can someone who doesn’t do anything help anyone?
But I knew it would be one of those days when I came in and there were a billion things on my chair. Just some copies to be made and things to deliver. But give me a fucking break. At least give me a chance to sit down. So after I made my billionth copy and took a “Zen” moment in hopes I wouldn’t lash out in rage at the copy machine I headed down to 15 to hand deliver some stuff. Whatever it was I was hand delivering looked as if it could be important. But come on. How come it had to be hand delivered? Matt wasn’t even in and probably wouldn’t have ever found out if I had sent it down in inter-office mail or gotten one of the messengers to take it down for me, but I would have known. And although I don’t ever go out of my way to help I hardly find it appropriate to disobey a direct order.
Sure, I guess I can see why he would want it hand delivered. I mean who wants important papers floating around interoffice mail with unimportant papers. We are lucky anything ever gets where it is going. But why me? Why? Maybe if it were down the hall, but we are talking the 15th floor. That is five floors, two elevators, and three hallways away. Not to mention a whole lot of standing, walking, and wandering around looking for offices. Just really annoying. I hardly see the difference between me hand delivering something and one of the people in the mailroom hand delivering something. I mean come on. They get paid to do it. They are probably much better at it. Once I get to a floor I have to wander around looking for the office. They know right where to go. And not to mention the fact that it is first thing in the morning and the person I am hand delivering this shit to isn’t even in yet. So what’s the rush? Can someone tell me why all that walking around the office was necessary?
I think since I get paid to do nothing, the people I work for must get paid to annoy me. Yeah that sounds right. Seems like a waste of time and they should just start giving people half days. Wouldn’t that be nice? If wherever you worked just randomly sent out a mass email every once and a while and sent everyone home early. How wonderful. Sure some of you out there actually have shit to do and wouldn’t be able to partake. But I assume you probably make more than me and you should stay just because of that. I ask for so little.
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