The rat race

On my cork board next to my desk I have a New Yorker cartoon with two guys in an office, one of the guys is looking at the other all groggy and miserable, the caption reads “Damn! I keep waking up in the middle of the day.” Story of my life. I have found a common thread amongst the blogs that I read on a daily basis including myself. That thread happens to be that every one of us is at a minimum bored with their work. I happen to not only be incredibly bored with my job but I hate it. I don’t particularly care for insurance I don’t even particularly care for marketing, yet here I am. I am good at my job and sales have improved by up to 87% in some areas due to my efforts, yet I am still dissatisfied, bored and ready for the next thing. I suppose that having two huge C U Next Tuesdays for co-workers doesn’t help my cause either. On Sundays I start getting depressed at around 8 realizing that the inevitable is going to happen..Monday. My roommate insists that hating people will land a hand basket and me straight to hell, so I wont say I hate them I just loathe them. I happen to be a very accepting person; I will believe that you are not a complete asshole till proven otherwise. My co-workers have proven otherwise. The only thing that stops me from walking out of this inferno is like my roommate so eloquently put it “You buy a lot of stuff”. I love shopping, what can I tell you I just love acquiring that item that for one split second makes me happy. I am really not crazy about it I mean I don’t owe my left kidney to credit cards, so I consider myself “ in control” of the situation. Yes I am aware of what it means, I know I am trying to fill a void in my life blah blah blah…but I guess I am just not ready to stop shopping yet, besides its cheaper than therapy. Ok so that’s my daily rant, so in conclusion my work sucks, I’m crazy and love to buy pretty shiny things. TTFN!