Another day another dollar short. Working in local government is like standing in line to lick the bottom of a humble pie pan and if you are under 40 you will be lucky to get a crumb after everyone before you has already taken a juicy lick.
For all of the complaining that I do and the frustration I've lived, I truly like what I do. I work for a wonderful man who has been an monster mentor and has opened my eyes to possibilities. I cannot thank him enough. But, I should do some scolding too because he has ruined my chances to work for anyone else and be happy at the same time AND it seems my work fate may soon be resting with a new overhead. Damn budget! Nothing like being reminded that you are a minion among tree climbers. Damn budget! Nothing like being reminded you have to justify what you do everyday. Damn budget! Nothing like being reminded your life hangs in the balance. A LIFE ON THE VERGE of the UNKNOWN.
The initial shock is hard, but, you soon realize you have little control (thanks to industrialism) and you become like Play Dough. You take new shape, you can take a beating, when you hit the floor you learn to get back up and morph into something that is totally NOT YOU and you smile and say "please do it again before I have any recollection of self". Please, Please, Please let me service the public while I am screamed at, my health insurance costs increase while I elect NOT to receive a pay raise as other union members pad their pockets and the universal moral surrounding me everyday hits an all time low.
I watch fellow co-workers worry about their future. I don't worry about my future as much as I worry that my happiness will be compromised. I've learned that once I've found contentment and happiness something always comes and takes it away. I've worked hard to be where I am and I've sacrificed parts of myself that I shouldn't have and I have little will to care anymore. Damn budget!
The lights are on and I'm waiting on the verge to see what will happen next.
For all of the complaining that I do and the frustration I've lived, I truly like what I do. I work for a wonderful man who has been an monster mentor and has opened my eyes to possibilities. I cannot thank him enough. But, I should do some scolding too because he has ruined my chances to work for anyone else and be happy at the same time AND it seems my work fate may soon be resting with a new overhead. Damn budget! Nothing like being reminded that you are a minion among tree climbers. Damn budget! Nothing like being reminded you have to justify what you do everyday. Damn budget! Nothing like being reminded your life hangs in the balance. A LIFE ON THE VERGE of the UNKNOWN.
The initial shock is hard, but, you soon realize you have little control (thanks to industrialism) and you become like Play Dough. You take new shape, you can take a beating, when you hit the floor you learn to get back up and morph into something that is totally NOT YOU and you smile and say "please do it again before I have any recollection of self". Please, Please, Please let me service the public while I am screamed at, my health insurance costs increase while I elect NOT to receive a pay raise as other union members pad their pockets and the universal moral surrounding me everyday hits an all time low.
I watch fellow co-workers worry about their future. I don't worry about my future as much as I worry that my happiness will be compromised. I've learned that once I've found contentment and happiness something always comes and takes it away. I've worked hard to be where I am and I've sacrificed parts of myself that I shouldn't have and I have little will to care anymore. Damn budget!
The lights are on and I'm waiting on the verge to see what will happen next.
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