Easy does it

I hate my job. Doesn't everyone? My job gets me nothing but paid. Oh, and 'experience'... but only in the sense that I can say, "Yes I have experience working in the interior design industry." Only, I'm not designing, I'm not doing anything. At least not the last couple months...

I started working for this place while still in college, it was a paid internship and I loved every minute of learning all the 'new to me' aspects of running this kind of business. When I graduated, I got the full time position. Which means a table in the middle of the office, no phone, no printer and no computer. I bring my ever-failing laptop in. My table is the collect all surface. Papers, fabrics, catalogs, tiles -you name it, they pile it on. It's claustrophobic and it's messy, and it's where I work. But let's not forget that I also have a wicker chair. Oh, it has a cushion, of course, on the bottom but no back support. In fact if I were to sit in that chair like it was meant to be sat in, I would look like I belonged in a silk robe, with a glass of sherry and a pipe. Just lounging around, an old man.

However, I took it eagerly, and for a time it was the best feeling in the world. To be working like a grown-up should be working. But time passed... and as it swept by, it slapped the presence in the face and left it a hideous creature. I am thankful to have a job and I know my boss has a good heart for keeping us employed through these tough times. There are two other girls like me in the office. Like me, but happier. You see, they sit at desks.

And do nothing.

I know that I am easily removed from this place, I was the last one there and if push comes to shove -the first to leave. So I work my ass off... when I actually have some work to do. With no opportunity for moving up, I work hard at the same small things everyday and it wears on me. I make mistakes. I'm human... but apparently my boss is super-human, and mistakes should never be made. Especially not from the girl at the messy table, who is only here out of her generous charity. Charity which she gives to me because my boyfriend is her very close friend's old roommate... I'll give you a minute to process that...

It isn't abnormal for my boyfriend and I to run into my boss when hanging out with his friends... a little side note: My boyfriend is amazing, he is 10 yrs older than me, has a great job and is settled in life... this pushes me to be at that point too. Though he understands my position better than I do sometimes. When I freak out about work or complain about how my boss insulted me (it happens a lot... let's just say it would take a very intense surgery to remove the silver spoon from her mouth) he calms me down. Talks some sense into me.

But I still walk into work everyday thinking that my time there is of no use, and is better spent somewhere else. Which brings us to today -and this blog.

I played hooky today. I didn't lie about being sick though. I was in a car accident last month and have whiplash. Still. It's been hurting a lot and this morning I woke up with a sickening, burning feeling on one side. So I told my boss that I was going to rest. But as the morning strolled along, I started to feel guilty. I could have gone into work today if I took some pain killers and relaxed for a couple hours, but I knew there would be nothing for me to do.

I consulted my Dad. The great Oz of advice giving.

Oz said, "Get something accomplished." Then I thought of my boyfriend and how disappointed he will be when I tell him that I didn't work today. So I went downtown and applied for a business license and a seller's permit, selling interior design and art. I also decided to start this blog, as an outlet and motivation. I will document my journey, wherever it takes me. Starting out nice and easy.