Liberated from my job

That's right. I got my walking papers today. I wasn't let go for writing on my blog. I wish I had written how much I hated my job on this blog. I actually didn't bother to listen to their reasons for dismissing me. It seemed pointless. They had a stack of papers to sign and a check for me. It was self-explanatory.

To be honest, I'm relieved. I hated my job. I know it's called "Work" and not "Fun", but I truly believe you should enjoy what you do on some level. I did not. I am creative individual and I can only take so much of putting together other people's designs or calling magazines to get deadline extensions. I wasn't challenged or mentally stimulated. I was just a cog in the machine.

I liked some of the people I worked with, but the rest sucked. The plant manager was a poor manager who had no balls and never gave anyone a straight answer. I can count on my one hand the people I still liked. There was so many big egos, backstabbing, and double-talk. The company had become Survivor Island - Marina Del Rey. Towards the end, I had no idea who was my ally and who was trying to throw me off of the island. Now I know I had no allies.

Make no mistake. This is NOT a woe-is- me post. I believe that things happen for a reason and maybe it's time for me to take my own design work seriously. We shall see.

I love my job?

Perhaps, the above comic strip is a bit extreme. Although, I can't say that work is "fine". I took a position change with the company in December. At the time I thought it was a good idea. I thought it would be a welcome change. I've always been an advocate of shaking things up a bit. It started off well enough. Our workload was slow. I was able to blog, read blogs, etc. In other words, fool around with my computer most of the day. It was really quite lovely. Aside from my previously mentioned traffic frustrations, I was really liking the new position.

Of course that all came to a grinding halt 2.5 weeks ago. Now, I feel like I'm trapped on a runaway train. With my line of work, it's either feast or famine. We are definitely in feast mode.

My day is non-stop. I'm up at 7AM. I shower, get dressed and am out the door. If I'm lucky I'm out the door by 7:30. Most days, I'm in my car and on the road by 7:45. Should the gods of traffic decide to smile upon me, I make it in to work by 9AM. From the time I clock in, I'm caught up in a flurry of answering phone calls, sending emails, and keeping track of a particular sales rep. Keeping track of said sales rep is no easy task. Frankly, I am in awe of my supervisor S who manages to do it and make it look easy. My day typically ends with a mad dash to Fedex. If not for the Fedex staff that knows me and simply takes my packages, I swear I'm libel to really do something I might later regret.

The last couple of days have been really rough. I've had to return to the office after my Fedex run to help with the extra workload. After all this, I make it home at 7:30-8PM.

It's weeks like these that really make me wonder why I decided to be a career woman. I could be a cute stay-at-home wife. Then I remember, I can't cook to save my life or stand to be at home all day... I guess I'll have to just continue to being a slave to the man. Let's hope next week goes a LOT better.