-It’s 4:51 AM and I can’t sleep. Corporate douchenozzlery is keeping me up at night, why? Ugh.
-I have to go to work in approximately two hours and display some kind of enthusiasm for indoctrinating two new hires into my company culture. The thought of it is making me a bit ill.
-For working women, there is an invisible tightrope that is strung between being a bitch and a bimbo. However, I can’t be alone in doubting that this tightrope actually exists.
-I should stop putting in 120% every day. It’s not getting me anywhere; I’m still vastly underpaid for the nature of the work I’m performing. Being helpful only succeeds in getting more work dumped on me. It’s a vicious cycle, and one that I can stop by ratcheting my work ethic down a notch or two.
-Everyone who works with me would acknowledge that I do an outstanding job. I’m also well-liked by the the 300 people I serve. However, I’ve developed a serious stumbling block when it comes to interviewing. This block has developed by being told for years, subtly and not-so-subtly, that my personality is just too much and I need to tone it down. After said personality-toning, I was told that I wasn’t personable enough to be promoted, and I should “show more of who I am” during interviews. I can’t fucking win no matter what I do. Patriarchy, anyone?
-There are many things I could be doing that would be much more fulfilling than performing the emotional labor of a corporation, AKA Human Resources. Since graduation, I’ve been filling the void school left in my life with work. Frankly, that strategy is having a negative impact on my mental health.
-I should be grateful I have a job, period, as so many people are out of work these days.
-It’s difficult to explain my degree in Women’s Studies without using the word feminist. I know better than that. I wouldn’t want to imply that I’m a ball-busting bitch. Also, a dyke.
13/03/2009 at 8:40 pm Permalink
I really feel like I just read my own blog here.
Crazy.