Ready for the cubicle.
"Guh." It's a resoundingly appropriate interjection. I've started more than one entry with it, and I'd have to say it emphasizes quite a bit of what I feel at the time. Currently it's used in reference to my lull in interest in my job at TLA Video. Don't get me wrong, free stuff pours out of the walls here. The store sweats free rentals, posters, reimbursed ticktets, random conversations, and pre-screenings. It's a great oppurtunity and I guess it hasn't really struck me how cool it is. Well, frankly, it has, but I feel like I learned the peak of my duties as a clerk. I'm bored, and frankly, free rentals can't be put in my checking account. I get paid a decent $7.00, but I made $8.50 folding pants. Granted, it's an easy job, but so's riding a bike, and my home street ran thick with my tears from falling over so many times as a kid.
I just want to be in charge of something! I want to be a manager! I want to have responsibilities, moreso than I currently maintain, and be the person everyone comes to for help. THEN LEAD THEM TO DESTRUCTION. No, I mean, I did a pretty decent job at the Mann Center. I really think it's time to quit being so highschool-lazy and not get comfortable in a job that doesn't do much. Uh-duh, I'll be working here occassionally for free rentals, but I want a paycheck so fat I'll need a forklift. I want money. I don't want to have to ask people for money, and then go dopey-eyed when they ask where all mine went. Sure, that means I'll actually have to pay attention to where my money goes, and that's JUSTRIDICULOUSI'MVERYGOODWITHMYMONEYWHYJUSTTHEOTHERDAYIDECIDEDNOTTOSPENDTHOSETWODOLLARSONCOFFEEIFTHAT'SNOTRESPONSIBLEIDON'TKNOWWHATIS.
Am I ready for a harder job? Am I ready to be held responsible for other people's mistakes, and actually have jurisdiction over the actions of my company or place of employment? In a sense, hell no. But the past 8 months or so have been about me finally knowing what I want, and I know, I'm tired of not working my ass off. For some reason, I just won't allow it, though. Maybe I should start by not posting on LiveJournal at work.
Oops.
I just want to be in charge of something! I want to be a manager! I want to have responsibilities, moreso than I currently maintain, and be the person everyone comes to for help. THEN LEAD THEM TO DESTRUCTION. No, I mean, I did a pretty decent job at the Mann Center. I really think it's time to quit being so highschool-lazy and not get comfortable in a job that doesn't do much. Uh-duh, I'll be working here occassionally for free rentals, but I want a paycheck so fat I'll need a forklift. I want money. I don't want to have to ask people for money, and then go dopey-eyed when they ask where all mine went. Sure, that means I'll actually have to pay attention to where my money goes, and that's JUSTRIDICULOUSI'MVERYGOODWITHMYMONEYWHYJUSTTHEOTHERDAYIDECIDEDNOTTOSPENDTHOSETWODOLLARSONCOFFEEIFTHAT'SNOTRESPONSIBLEIDON'TKNOWWHATIS.
Am I ready for a harder job? Am I ready to be held responsible for other people's mistakes, and actually have jurisdiction over the actions of my company or place of employment? In a sense, hell no. But the past 8 months or so have been about me finally knowing what I want, and I know, I'm tired of not working my ass off. For some reason, I just won't allow it, though. Maybe I should start by not posting on LiveJournal at work.
Oops.