work because I like to, not because I have to

At this point, I would just like to work. Having a paycheck every two weeks would be nice. It is not that I was ever a Goldman Sachs/Wall Street type employee, just an office manager who is now aiming (lowly) for a cashier job at the local drugstore. Sad, but true, there just isn’t anything out there.

Changing jobs has helped. Unfortunately, my brain is still atrophying at an accelerated rate. No wonder I spend so much time on the net.

Work has been, shall I say almost pleasant, since my boss has been on vacation. Unfortunately, that will all end because she returns on Monday. I am NOT looking forward to it at all. I know re-entry into the daily grind after a long vacation is difficult but to top that off with a sizable time difference is going to be a bitch.

I just want to stick around long enough that I can put a noticeable dent in my school loans without zeroing out my savings.

A job that I love and pays well and feeds my creative spirit. Does that even exist? Right now I am #14 in a long list of administrative assistants that my boss has had in just a mere 3 years! I feel sorry for the poor sap that will be my replacement.

I may be in a job that I abhor, but I have to keep reminding myself that this job does not define me and when I leave (for the day and, eventually, permanently) I cannot allow the ugliness to seep into my personal life. This is so difficult because I am too sensitive to other people’s ugliness.