I am surrounded by a majority of females at least half of whom are well under half my age (and I am not really that old).
It is now more about policing their work, or lack of it, than actually fulfilling the job that I am paid for. Making work "enemies". Do I care? Not really. But frankly my dear, I have better things to think about. And to spend my energies on. And frankly, this is just sapping it out of me in the worst possible way. Shit.
I have happily given a lot of myself to this job. If you do something, you may as well do it properly. So I try. But I didn't imagine that it would overtake everything. My thoughts, dreams, visions, plans are taken up by this temporary job that has been part of my life for a long time. But. I am EMMIGRATING for f***'s sake. My thoughts and actions should rightly be elsewhere. But I am running at 50%. And damn that sucks.
I am seriously, officially over it. I cannot function anymore this way with conflicting life priorities.There are a small handful of people there that I would consider friends, or at least suffering from an intellectual ability. The rest of them need to grow up. Get a brain (cell). Get with it. A narrow mindedness in the people I have to deal with suffocates this job. I really wish that people would get real. Get some perspective. Not a bubble.

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