Some Beach some where right?
See this is why I love country music, It speaks truth all across the board. How many times a day do you sit in your swivel chair dreaming of the world outside? Does it ever take you back to being 4 years old proclaiming to the world you will be a super hero when you grow up or lunch lady (don’t ask). If my childhood self could see me now she would shriek with terror. Working a corporate job and taking crap left and right…
It is a dog eat dog world, well in my life its more like wolf eat Bambi’s mom world.
Today was the day, I returned to work after being on short term disability. No welcome back balloons or a desk full of cookies. All I received was call to the office where I was informed the short term disability people told me the wrong return date and I was suppose to be back a day sooner. Well of course since that was not my fault and tons of proof to show it I in no way could be reprimanded for that right? WRONG. Lets just say I am skating on a thin piece of ice.
If you happen to be reading this and you are a CEO of a fortune 500 company see your way out! If by some chance you stayed then pop a squat and listen. Every day millions of people like me set off to work. A brief case in one hand and a double shot nonfat mocha (we try to keep our girlish figures) in the other stroll into work not really knowing why we have a brief case but its there. We get to our desk and we deal with email upon email of new procedure and protocol all the while sipping our morning glory and saving the company one click at a time. Just then Kelly in accounting (we all know her) sprays that vomit inducing perfume that we happen to be allergic to. Well here comes the hives and the throat swelling trying to get as many clicks as you can before total darkness from passing out due to anaphylactic shock. As the EMTs roll our lifeless body away the section head holds up a pink slip and places it on the body bag.
Sure I am being over dramatic but the truth is we just are not given the time to live. Simple as that, how many times have you sat at your desk waiting for the ball to drop or texting your mom saying you can’t go to memaws 100th birthday. Its all different stories with the same outcome. Everything is so fast paced and need to have it now that we forget there was a time when FAMILY was the center of it all. Now its deadlines and overtime. Coffee breath and quickies.
I don’t know where my life is going and what job I will be at tomorrow, but I do know that I am going to embrace this uncomfortable feeling because why the hell not. No more perfection and data plans its all about the things that matter and to me thats taking a few extra seconds to watch the rain or a few crappy car shows with my man. It will not nor will it ever consist of ripping my hair out for a job that doesn’t love me. So bite on that huge corporations!