I have been under a lot of stress at work lately. There are so many new projects I am taking on (translate to: assigned). The learning curve feels forever steep and I sort of curse myself for caring so much. I am not one to half-ass anything.
Even this blog can be a strain. I do not like to post things in a hurry. I like to take my time and make sure everything is just to my satisfaction. I try to make use of every spare minute I can carve out, but it never seems like enough. It is not fair that I should spend so much time perfecting things like payroll and timekeeping when those things do not matter much to me at the end of the day.
I loved the idea of creating a cheeky admin assistant identity, but more and more it lacks humor in everyday life. I am a girl Friday to so many people. I am the girl that fetches copies and grits her teeth and bares it. I am the girl with so much potential who wastes it in a job and does not pursue a practical, lucrative career. They think this is all I am and all I am ever meant to be.
On the precipice of job security, I send a wish out into the great wide expanse that someday I will be more than I am today. (And since I know wishing is only whining in a wistful voice, I will sit at this desk and string humble sentences together, one at a time.)