I feel like a robot, and not the cool dancing kind either. My job leaves little room for variety. I go in and do the same damn thing every day, in pretty much the same order. It becomes fairly monotonous after about a week, and I've been doing the same job for over 2 years. I'm most certainly not complaining about my job. I don't think anyone should really be complaining about their job, especially considering the way the economy is right now.
It's just I feel that I'm not using my full potential. There is so much more I could be doing but can't. I think I really just want some more meaningful responsibility. I'm stuck in a repetitive rut.
Ben Franklin said it pretty good one time: The definition of Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Maybe I'm just insane thinking that something will change after 2 years.
Wow, I've been mad for a long time then.
But then again, my job's not all bad, I work with some pretty cool cats, and some not so cool ones. The nice thing about my coworkers is that all of our differences with one another are well known. Any dispute is resolved and talked about with out (too many) bad feelings involved. Like any other place though there is the unavoidable "drama". Usually concocted by one person to gain some sort of enjoyment out of the day by seeing people run around like decapitated chickens, trying to find out "Why something would say that?" or "OMG SERIOUSLY?! SHE DID THAT?!" (I do believe I'm either bordering, or have crossed the run on sentence line with that last one.)
Personally, I'm not a fan of the workplace drama. I keep my nose out of other people's shit. If you want to talk to me about something someone else may have said I'll listen. But if you want me to take your "side" I'll tell you where to go.
But even with all that said, at the end of the day, I have a job. One that I'm good at and pays decently. I shouldn't complain about my coworkers. I've been working on this flaw of mine for a while. I believe I've made progress.
