yesterday I tried to quit my job...
I even called in sick, and started looking for other jobs, using my career's own website to do so. Even on my off days, I'm incredibly classy.At beginning of my career, I went about it easy-cheesy, just like this picture of me and Maura's first true fondue meal in Paris: I took my spork and dug in, not thinking too hard about where the meat came from or if I was holding my skewer correctly or spinning the cheese around the bread in the appropriate fashion. Plus I wore all my cool career wear, for days I can't wear pink shirts with peacock blue sequins.
Then a few weeks went by, and it actually became my career. And amidst dial contests and pizza parties, the bleak reality of careerdom made me wonder, most specifically, what the fuck is wrong with me that I'm working in sales? And thus, to topple on more metaphors, I "fell off the horse." This is Rog's term, and through many motivational talks yesterday, he encouraged me to get back on the horse, which I assume means re-mount my career with drive and excitement!
But before the day was out, I had even gone so far as to submit my resume to be a paraeducator for district 102 until I convinced myself I'm no Ben Hoffman and turned down an interview request.So I'm back on the horse. And I'm probably going to develop saddlesores. And continue to hate my career with just enough drive to not quit for a few months. And further speak in confusing metaphors as long as I live in salesworld and use zero creativity for days at a time. I'm a bit rusty but I do believe fondue-dinner-as-career is quite a winner.
J/k, it's actually kind of ridiculous. But gotta check in on the Cards and Astros, see what the World Series is shaping up to look like.
posted by SES @ 8:23 PM
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