station we have on in the background apparently thinks that the man
was the greatest recording artist of all time. I listen to podcasts
on my computer with an earbud in one ear, so most of it is drowned
out. I do not have the luxury of a confined area where I can listen
with speakers. I try to still look accessible to the people in my
department without making myself an open target for interruptions.
Reminds me of the old Far Side cartoon titled "How Nature Says 'Do
Not Touch'".
I don't like my job right now. I feel like the guy in Office Space
before he goes to the hypnotist. They are trying to eliminate our
overtime here. Unfortunately, not everyone is adhering the new rule
of getting it approved prior to working it. Some people are above the
law, or so they think. I try to adhere to the rules, but you always
just get fucked by it. I am not happy about that. Overtime has helped
keep my wife at home (mostly), and occasionally allows us to have
extra money. Taking away from my family makes it hard to swallow all
of the little things about your job that you would just brush off. So
now when there are hot jobs that need done, my attitude is more of a
"fuck you" than "okay".
As the wife reminds me constantly, this all will pass. It always has.
Sometimes you need that voice of reason. Sometimes you wish the voice
of reason would just let you be pissed for a while. Maybe it makes
you sharper. I don't know, but that is probably just an excuse. I
remember the quote by Eleanor Roosevelt: "No one can make you feel
inferior without your consent". Good quote. Then again, she married
her cousin.
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