The All Politics Edition
The Mysterious Workplace is having Mysterious Workplace Politics, which causes me intense stress. Workplace Politics which were supposed to cut down on my stress have only served to double it. I am awaiting the advent of meta-stress, the state in the which I spend all of my time worrying about how stressed out I am. The Powers That Be inform me that they are pleased with my work, but this is cold comfort in the face of Politics. I can't write and I can't sleep and I spend a lot of time in meetings and closed-door conversations in my office with co-workers who "want to see how I'm holding up."
The Mysterious Workplace is normally very stable, but it has had nearly 50% staff turnover in the last year. I am not so sure that the staff turnover is finished, but I would give anything to bring us back to the state where I would tell people that their chances of getting a job at the Mysterious Workplace were near zero because no one has left the Mysterious Workplace in years.
I cannot even fantasize about escape. I suspect that I am profoundly unqualified to work anywhere else. The Circus School does not make me feel better. I am already mediocre for 8-10 hours a day. I don't need to put on tights and a leotard so I can be mediocre for two more. I spend a lot of time at the climbing gym, because running on a treadmill is a relatively straightforward pursuit. I go shopping. I have purchased three dresses in the last seven days. I am fortunate in that vintage early 60's cotton dresses are cheap on the internet, so I will not complete my inevitable descent into cliche by going broke.
I do not like this, my few remaining readers! I had grown comfortable and complacent. I am used to loving my job. I do not want to dread coming to work. I shall have to grow a thicker skin, oh readers of livejournal. I shall close my eyes and count backward from ten and keep my head down until spring.
The Mysterious Workplace is normally very stable, but it has had nearly 50% staff turnover in the last year. I am not so sure that the staff turnover is finished, but I would give anything to bring us back to the state where I would tell people that their chances of getting a job at the Mysterious Workplace were near zero because no one has left the Mysterious Workplace in years.
I cannot even fantasize about escape. I suspect that I am profoundly unqualified to work anywhere else. The Circus School does not make me feel better. I am already mediocre for 8-10 hours a day. I don't need to put on tights and a leotard so I can be mediocre for two more. I spend a lot of time at the climbing gym, because running on a treadmill is a relatively straightforward pursuit. I go shopping. I have purchased three dresses in the last seven days. I am fortunate in that vintage early 60's cotton dresses are cheap on the internet, so I will not complete my inevitable descent into cliche by going broke.
I do not like this, my few remaining readers! I had grown comfortable and complacent. I am used to loving my job. I do not want to dread coming to work. I shall have to grow a thicker skin, oh readers of livejournal. I shall close my eyes and count backward from ten and keep my head down until spring.