Life is good.

A year ago today, I remember being so upset at work. I had recently gotten in trouble while there and I remember saying how much I wanted to quit, how much I hated it.

Here’s a quote: (sorry about the question marks instead of the apostrophies)

I�ve been formally reprimanded, which is the last stage before firing.
I told him the truth. I�m pregnant, am learning to deal with all that goes with this, am tired of the job, feel that I�m being picked on because I�m different, yadda yadda yadda. I told him I�m already looking elsewhere for employment. He understands. Being different here isn�t accepted. Being 23 (24 tomorrow), writing features and being pregnant isn�t very good, either.
Maybe this is the answer to my prayer. I asked God to show me what was right, what I was supposed to do. To give me a sign. Maybe this little piece of paper with my signature on it is my sign. I didn�t want it to be this way. I wanted to leave on my own terms, which I still am, I guess.
Obviously, I�m very upset right now. I�m learning the Cold Hard Truth about my place of employment.

I got back from a walk with Ellie a while ago. And of course, I thought about the kid thing, and I thought about how surprised I am at liking motherhood. I never thought I’d like staying home with her.

Last night, the Hubs and I were discussing how things were last year and how those sorry fucks are still in their boring ass jobs, patting themselves on the back because they wrote about city hall, still having stupid Monday morning meetings where Fumblenuts babbled on and on about nothing… basically living the sorry workplace existence that I so wanted to leave.

So what if my name isn’t in the paper? So what if my big accomplishment is getting Ellie to go to sleep in her bed alone? I enjoy hiding out in her doorway, peeking in to watch her lull herself to sleep. I like sneaking back to the livingroom to watch Sex and The City Season 6 on DVD.

Know what is even funnier? All that time I worked at the paper? Couldn’t get up early without a fight. Now? I’m up before 8am and it has never been easier.

4 Responses to “Life is good.”

  1. Erin
    November 19th, 2004 16:23

    ohmy… I couldn’t have said it better. Except I’d change “patting themselves on the backs for writing about city hall” to “patting themselves on the backs for writing some crappy bs copy about pretzels and real estate” (former adv. copywriter)

    I can also appreciate “Fumblenuts” babbling on about nothing at the Monday morning meeting… omg.

    Poor working schmucks.

    Staying home with the Boy is tough, but even on the worst day, it’s still never as bad as one day at the agency.

  2. Nicole
    November 19th, 2004 23:39

    So would it be your big ole birthday tomorrow???

  3. Mari
    November 20th, 2004 12:45

    you got it sistah :)
    and happy pre-25th birthday. You are now a quarter of a dollar! WOO HOOOO!

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