And then there was one.
I stayed up half the night up to my usual shenanigans. The eight hours I spend at work each day seems to be the most empty and wasteful time of my week. This would also include those productive times when I'm actually doing what my job description says.
I remember the days when I actually had a department, when there was some buffer room between me and my weird boss. Now, I am the only one who carries the torch and while for career development that is fine, I feel the creative void of just bouncing ideas off of my cubical walls. It also doesn't help that I'm in the red-headed step child of a department.
I remember the days when I actually had a department, when there was some buffer room between me and my weird boss. Now, I am the only one who carries the torch and while for career development that is fine, I feel the creative void of just bouncing ideas off of my cubical walls. It also doesn't help that I'm in the red-headed step child of a department.