I would like to, if I may, rant a bit about living life in corporate America. It's a topic I know many of my friends and acquaintances can relate to. It's a life of policies and expectations and Big Brothers (and Sisters) and ridiculous hierarchies. Needless to say, I love it.
Kidding! It's Opposite Day!
Of course I hate it. Everyone does. People only tolerate it for either the money or the hope of advancement. However, if you're a creative minded person (like me, obviously), the cubicle life is particularly hard. You're constantly feeling as if you should be doing something better. Work life becomes a waste of time.
And the biggest waste of time? Department meetings. Today was mine. These are easily the low point of my week. During these gatherings, our Director puts items on the agenda such as giving updates, pointing out noteworthy performances, perhaps a training, and ALWAYS the dreaded changes in procedure.
Now at my job, I am easiest one of the youngest and newest members. So when it comes to switching something up, I'm all for it. But for SOME people I work with... you think they were asking them to intentionally botch brain surgery. It's the age-old battle of "This is the way it's always been done."
So at today's meeting, we were going over some new inane process of putting students through financial aid (I work in college admissions). The yammering went back and forth. People were jeering and booing. I swore to myself if I heard one more pretentious use of the words "onus" or "behoove", I would purposefully puncture both of my ear drums. Another coworker started Googling "large stain glass windows"
on his Blackberry and whispered to me he wanted to find the best one to jump out of. Thank the gods for my iPhone. If I didn't have Mafia Wars and crosswords, I would have been directly behind him.
It's now 1:30, and I am finally having some blog therapy. I guess now would be a good time to actually start my work day.
To top it all off, I just looked at the training agenda for next week:
"Time Wasters and Other Roadblocks to Success".
Maybe I'll finally have something to say.
The mere thought of cubicle life sends shutters down my spine, I could NEVER do that kind of work...that's just the equivalent of Hell to me. That nightmarish existence is one of many reasons I'm choosing to re-enlist in the military after I graduate...
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