things are not going well here at supergenius headquarters. we’re in a funk. a deep icky, stinky funk that leaves us mostly impotent with some sort of weird rage of sorts. but it’s not really rage it’s more like apathy with a hint of rage, if that’s at all possible. it’s tough. of course most of it centers on TPoWICS (the problem of which i cannot speak). and you know it’s more than just your average bitching about work, so much more. and what’s the worst is that i’m letting this 9-5 ickiness spill into every single part of my life so i’m at the point where i just don’t care about anything. anything. and when i’m not busy not caring, i fill my time being really quite angry about everything.
you know there’s nothing quite like corporate america to make you feel like the most unworthy, untalented, unnecessary piece of poop on earth. and what’s so frustrating as that i just have to bide my time, because the end is nigh. the thing is, this biding it just might kill me. KILL ME.
kill me.
This too shall pass.
sending you good vibes and warm weather…
Cheers,
JJ
Hang in there, jodikins, and allow me to offer up this tiny bit of pithy wisdom:
“It is better to have 9-5 shit to put up with than to have a stack of bills to choke a pig and no job.”
So let it be written, so let it be done.
that’s just it UH, soon there will be no 9-5 shit to put up with and a stack of bills to choke a pig. you know?
The worst part is the waiting and not knowing exactly what’s going to happen. The loss of control (and oh, I’m all about the control).
Consider this, though: the old stuff has to go in order to make room for the new stuff. It’s a rule of life, kinda. In my experience, the most despair-laden times of my life usually happen right before the best opportunities and best developments. So hang tight. You are creative and resourceful. And it sounds like you weren’t planning to be doing the 9-5 thing until you were 65 anyway.
“soon there will be no 9-5 shit to put up with and a stack of bills to choke a pig. you know?”
Welcome to my world. Won’t you come on in?
Hang in there Jodi, it will get better. 🙂