bi-polar workplace

So I was thinking, and perhaps I may have lead you guys to believe that my job is totally
and completely terrible. I miiiiight have gone that route with some comments I made in a previous post::


"Seriously, how much can one person expect from another person?"

"Let me tell you, my job is going to be the death of me."

"I'm a sales person, and it seems like...the more sales I get, the more they want from me."

"Whatever, you lame-os"

let me think....

yes.

I should say that I'm not taking back any single thing that I said. I'm just going to explain myself a bit further. When I said those things I had had a particularly suck-ass day at work. We're talking every-person-I-spoke-to-chews-my-ear-off type of a day. And, everyone in the office-whether it was guy or girl, seemed to be PMSing. The atmosphere was crazier than a bunch of adhd kids on meth.

Usually work has a typical rhythm to it. I get there at 8:00AM, take my breaks on time, go to lunch, and leave at 4:30PM each night. And in-between all of that I do my job, and pretty much enjoy it.

This is me on an average day at work:

(older picture...disregard the bangs)

I'm a very pleasant person to be around (as long as things don't get too stressful, as you might guess), and as long as things around me are run legitimately, I'm a happy camper. It's just when other people start to act ridiculous and find ways to be better than everyone else by going to whatever lengths necessary to conquer the world of sales--that's when I start to despise my job. It's almost like some of the people would beat each other up in the parking lot after work to guarantee that they would be the top sales-person the next day.

say my name, bitch!

It's gets completely and totally out of control. I mean, all that you're asked to do is your job. Who decided to make it a cut-throat game of making it a mission of lowering your fellow employee's self esteem?

I know it's never going to end though.

*sigh*

It's okay though, because I can go to my job, do and succeed at what I'm asked to do, and all I really need to focus on is the glorious and copious amounts of this:

oh the sweet smell of a family that's secure...

and a few Coach purses here and there.

Because that's really all that it comes down to at the end of the day, right? Money? My job does pay a very generous amount...as does my husband's because he works at the same place (in a different department). But maybe they only pay us all that much because they know how much bull-shit there is to put up with each and every day. Or maybe it's because they know that's the only reason ANY of us would stay. After all, they're always having "game day" or "daily prizes" or "raffles" or the like. And I'll admit it, I'm totally guilty of participating in those fun activites, because any chance for a good time, and I'm there.

No, no, no, not this type of "good-time" (unfortunately)...

this has been done in our office before, though.

not by me, mind you, but it's been done.

But this type of good time:

face painting freckles on my face

at the workplace fair.... 

wheeee...?

Okay fine, laugh all you want.

But I get paid to participate and wear painted freckles on my face and talk on the phone all day.

I have one of the weirdest jobs in the entire world.

I hate it. And I love it.

It's making me lose my mind.

But, I don't see it ending anytime soon, so....

I might as well embrace it.