the real life office

4:30.

i have a headache.

i learned today that my time in not as valuable as others. that’s right. me being busy beyond belief means nothing to certain people.  tasks that they can’t be bothered with are not a problem for me.  and i can read minds, too.  i didn’t know that either.  oh wait, i can’t read minds?  now i remember.  no.  i can’t.  sorry.

sometimes people plan ahead.  sometimes they don’t.  when they don’t, they forget that snapping their fingers doesn’t get them very far and only makes the stress of all the last minute rush worse.

dealing with executives (and some coworkers in general) is worse than dealing with children.  i said it.  i made the comparison to teaching a kid to put away its toys.  if you, as the grown up, continue to clean up after them, they’ll never learn how to pick up after themselves; they’ll always expect someone to come sweeping up the dust behind them.  you just have to leave the mess.

the problem is, sometimes you have very important guests coming in and get told by the president to come in early the next day to make sure everything is in tip top shape.  this includes cleaning up everyone’s messes.  catch. 22.

this week has just been hellish.  i hate the idea of treating people differently because of status.  i never understood the concept of spending hours slaving away to “tidy up” so that someone could be impressed.  don’t get me wrong, i get the fact that i have to twist my way of thinking to what my bosses and companies want me to do.  i’ll dress up and look nice when the occasion calls for it, but you’ll never see me go too far out of my comfort zone with that one.  from time to time i get adventurous (read: lipstick), but overall i’m pretty much a plain jane.  and i like it that way.  i’m very “what you see is what you get”.  i don’t pull too many punches.  i have no poker face.

either way, the week has been hell.  on top of personal stresses that will continue for the next two weeks or so, the whole hoopla of the guests coming into the office (and really the actions of those at the office) has just crushed my spirit.  thank jesus sanchez it’s friday!

it’s actually friday morning now.  i started this at 4:30 thursday.  i was blinded by a headache and barely made it to staying up to watch some shows.  i was kept up by charlie horses and now i have to go put on a nice outfit that requires high heels.  i’m not really supposed to wear jeans today.  whatevs.

yesterday had so many things to share.  the fed ex guy asking me, by my correct name-not sharon, if i liked the movie on golden pond.  my trip to walgreens.  my continuous push of asking people if anyone they know is single.  making gift bags and curling ribbon.  the wall of awesome.

i guess they’ll just have to wait.  i just hope i live to tell the stories.