Just Jul Lee is just me. I write my thoughts and observations.
DATE: April 25, 2005
Hello all you lovely writers and readers!
It's Monday (and I don't know why I feel that I have to state what day it is but, hey, it's my blog) and I am at work once again. I have found that I am actually glad to have my job even if I don't enjoy it. It's like being in elementary school all over again. There's the groups that get along and the left outs, there's the complaints that mean nothing and are only told to the boss (teacher, in school, you know), and there are the looks and whispers. I think to myself, hmmm, do I really need this?
Unfortunately, since I am an adult (maybe not in action and personality but in age at least) I realize that I do, in fact, need my job. And so, I am glad that I possess said job even if it's not all it seems.
I went to Colorado this weekend and toured the Focus on the Family compound, for lack of a better word. Needless to say, I loved it. I want to get a job there eventually. It seems great, from what the tour showed. Of course, tours show greatness, you know. I'm not saying that F.o.t.F is not great but what if the problem is me?
It is logical to believe that I am the cause of my own misery, as it were. Do I truly create my own problems and therefore my own irritating work environment? Then, if I do, the problems and the juvenile actions will go with me. Do I truly believe that I am at fault?
No. At least not completely. I can acknowledge that I have shortcomings, that I am a slightly loud talker and that I am not into sex jokes and nasty talk (no fear of that at F.o.t.F) but I feel that the actions my co-workers take have little to do with my 'phone voice'. I'm loud all the time, by the way.
And another thing is that these complaints come to my boss whenever she happens to be out of the office for a day or whatever. How convenient that when she's not here is when I'm overly loud (I'm always loud) and on the phone for three hours (that's rare but I've done it when she's been here and I work while I'm talking) and that I ignore the boss over her. I have never ignored the boss.
So, she goes on these trips, comes back and I'm always in the dog house. She treats me with a coldness that fringes my eyebrows with icicles and glares at me whenever I show my face.
Anyway, this is my gripe about my job and if only I could get 'Past Vengeance' published all would be well.