(it's a chocolate soy milk stain. i swear...)what i want to do so does not match what i'm supposed to be doing. i don't like khaki's much, if at all and i really hate cubes. i know that the service industry pays better than most cube jobs and allows you to be at home more...but when you say, 'hi, i'm 28 and i'm a server.' you just feel the need, by the weight of the impending stares, to follow up with, 'oh...but i do have a college education and i have tried cube life; i chose the service industry; i swear.' it's ridiculous.
it's like you need to work in a corporate atmosphere before people will take you as anything less than a loser. you need to have joked about having a case of the mondays with co-workers, spilled coffee on your khaki's, been stuck in traffic long enough to be late for an important meeting, done something stupid/alcohol related at a company 'holiday' party, decorated your cube walls with pictures of your pet(s)/kid(s) and spent too much money at starbucks and/or going out for lunch with co-workers in any given week before you have any sort of 'street cred' with the real khaki-wearing, cube-dewlling gangs of the suburbs.
so yeah. what the hell did i just ramble?
in short...fuck corporate america. i'm chosing a happy, non-prozac way of living. despite the impending stares...
2 comments:
I am looking at other jobs as well. The whole gorwn up job is over rated. Lets hope we both find something we are happy with. If one of had money we could buy our own diner and have the best of both worlds.
i second the happy thing! the diner would be great :) it's sad, but other than taking pictures...i'm just really good at being a server. i happen to like it too...
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