there's no one now in power thinking of me

by mg at 12:02 PM on October 02, 2002

A couple days ago I did a sort of state of the union, about my current romantic entanglement. The second part of my state of the union is that I just celebrated three full months at my new job. I haven’t talked about it much, because until now there hasn’t been much to talk about.

But, I really want to tell you all just how gloriously happy I am. Well, happy to have health insurance, at least. In the last 4 years the closest I’ve come to medical attention is watching Ocean's Eleven, and, believe it or not, Clooney isn’t a doctor; he just played one on TV.

I haven’t seen a real doctor in what seems like forever, and man do I need it bad. Since 1999 I’ve had this sort of pussie, oozy thing on my…, you don’t need to know, but lets just say it’ll be important to get that looked at if things progress a little further with Wonder Twin.

What is even better about hitting my 90 days and becoming a full time employee is that I got a nice, moderate raise. Not quite enough to get excited about, but certainly enough to cover my weekly bar tab, which I’d continued to spend every week, even before I had the money to spend.

That may have been one of the reasons I needed to drink - to forget the fact I didn’t have any money to be spending on things like alcohol.

It may sound a little naïve of me to say this, but the thing that rubs me (in a bad way) about my job is that I don’t particularly love it. Since I left the stratum of minimum wage hell, back in my junior year of college, there hasn’t been a time I didn’t love my job.

Sure, I may have not particularly liked my employers, but after three years in Tarjay hell, I pretty much could deal with anything as long as I was doing something I enjoyed doing on a daily basis.

And, since graduating college, the times I have been working, I have been working at something that really gets my creative juices flowing. The only thing even moderately flowing now has more to do with the fact they stock the office ‘fridge with free juice, a perk I take almost abusive advantage of, than it does with my charged duties.

I’m still sort of getting used to not loving what I do, but a couple things are helping me along there:

1) There isn’t anything else for me to do. The job market is picking up, nearly everyone I know has some kind of job, but it still sucks so much out there, an virtually no one is happy with what they are doing.

2) My refrigerator may still be empty, but it is only because I am entirely too lazy to go grocery shopping, not because the only thing I can afford to eat comes in a pouch and has cooking instructions “Just add hot water!”

3) This is really the most important thing: The people I work with are great. It’s a fun, relaxed atmosphere. We go out for after work drinks a couple times a week, and so maybe the alcohol clouds everything, but there is no drama or backbiting, and everyone seems to genuinely like everyone else, even sober.

So, yeah, I’ll stay here as long as I can, pay off some debt, enjoy myself, and not stress. I’m getting older, but generally responsibility free, there is plenty of time to worry about careers and “life’s work”. For now, I’m happy, and if I can push myself over that tiny motivational hump, I can rub all that unused creative lotion on some more deserving organs.

And that’s all there is to say really, besides “The End.”