Office Space Cowboy
Mar. 19th, 2005 02:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
i_kenderDamn. Not my last day after all. My agency contact *begged* me to stay on for another day or two next week until she finds a replacement. I was thinking 'Well, I did warn you on Monday... it's not my fault you haven't done your, ahem, job!' But when it comes down to it, I'm not hard-hearted enough to ruin her day. I'll do another couple of days. (*grits teeth*)
She so owes me though.
I am annoyed though. And, more than that, don't understand why I keep ending up in these tedious dead-end jobs. I always feel sorry for the permanent staff I encounter in these high rise wateslands I am passing through: they're trapped. I look at the younger ones and want to scream "Don't you know you're growing old and dull and grey in this hellhole? Don't you want anything else from life? Get up out of your seat, pick up your coat and run, get out now, and set the fire alarm off on your way because LIFE IS SHORT! And you are wasting it."
As for me, I'm too old for this shit. Well, I can be bemused at times, but the fact of the matter is, it does still gall. This is not where I pictured my life would be. I've given up trying to trace the route back to look for wrong turnings. What matters is where do I go next? How do I climb out of this quarry my career has stumbled into? I'm still not sure what the answer is, so I keep on moving. Sometimes (I can't believe I'm saying this) sometimes I feel like the Littlest Hobo.
"I'm the guy they call for all the jobs no one else will touch." Dirty Harry
When I got home from work today, I crashed out and woke up five hours later. Guess, I was tired, huh? Now I'm wide awake and bored...
She so owes me though.
I am annoyed though. And, more than that, don't understand why I keep ending up in these tedious dead-end jobs. I always feel sorry for the permanent staff I encounter in these high rise wateslands I am passing through: they're trapped. I look at the younger ones and want to scream "Don't you know you're growing old and dull and grey in this hellhole? Don't you want anything else from life? Get up out of your seat, pick up your coat and run, get out now, and set the fire alarm off on your way because LIFE IS SHORT! And you are wasting it."
As for me, I'm too old for this shit. Well, I can be bemused at times, but the fact of the matter is, it does still gall. This is not where I pictured my life would be. I've given up trying to trace the route back to look for wrong turnings. What matters is where do I go next? How do I climb out of this quarry my career has stumbled into? I'm still not sure what the answer is, so I keep on moving. Sometimes (I can't believe I'm saying this) sometimes I feel like the Littlest Hobo.
"I'm the guy they call for all the jobs no one else will touch." Dirty Harry
When I got home from work today, I crashed out and woke up five hours later. Guess, I was tired, huh? Now I'm wide awake and bored...
