I am not my job

[katiefoolery]

Firstly, an apology and a thank-you to anyone to whom I angsted about my job these past few days.  You’ve helped me more than you could know, just by sitting there and being pushed closer and closer to your boredom threshold by hearing my litany of work-related woes.  I probably make it sound as though I do nothing but sit on the internet at work all day, having fun - but it’s not true.  Well, not any more. :p  And I wouldn’t need to do it at all if I didn’t live in the wrong hemisphere.  At least with Ober.net, the majority of the people are Australian and it was easy to wait until after work to interact with them.  But I’m one of only about three Australians at the Salon and the best time to be online and interacting with people just so happens to be while I’m at work.

But I guess I’ll just have to take what I can and live for my long weekends, where I can have as much fun as I want.

Truly, the lack of distraction now available to me only serves to remind me how tedious and unnispiring this job really is.  Which brings me to the title of this post: I am not my job.  The good Gill mentioned this to me and at the time, I thought that it wasn’t a necessary thing to say.  Surely I wasn’t thinking that?  But it turns out the good almost-doctor knows more about me than I do myself.  By Saturday, I was already becoming miserable about returning to work.  Saturday morning.  With two full days of laziness ahead of me, I was already despondent about Monday.  Luckily, I had plenty to distract me.  For instance, receiving PMs full of exclamation marks and excessive praise certainly goes a long way towards making me feel fantastic about things.

But every now and then, the looming spectre of Monday would pop up and lurk darkly in the background, mocking me with its very existence.

Until I got to Sunday and grew heartily sick of it.  It was at this point that Gill’s words came back to me.  I’m not my job.  I’m much more than my job and I won’t let it ruin my weekends with its stupid lurking and posturing.  So I told it what it could do (and I wasn’t polite at all) and got back to enjoying my weekend.

Mind you, I was just out there in the library ten minutes ago, millimetres away from banging my head against the shelves in bored frustration, but I think I’ll be able to cope.  It’s just what I do so I can have the money to live in a nice house and enjoy my fast internet, right?  And it doesn’t define me or have the right to ruin my fun.

I’d use this time for writing if all the stories in my head weren’t so damned...  Hmm, how do I put that?  “Less than pure”?  There’s no way I’m going to use a work computer to write any of them.

Comments

[cat-eyes-el.livejournal.com]

You know what you could write? LORF.

:P

[drscruffy.livejournal.com]

It's hard, I think, because we spend so much time at work, and unless you truly love and are inspired by your job, it's very easy to become lost in a world of misery. I've had jobs that made me so miserable, they infiltrated every aspect of my life - like some insidious beast haunting me. Scott and I had a long "talk" last night, because he feels about his job, much the way you feel about yours. I basically said the same thing to him - he's not defined by his job (I may also have ranted a bit about not deserving having it taken out on me, but that's another story). I'm really glad that you feel a bit better, because, as I'm sure everyone else has said, you're too bright, vivacious and FUN to made miserable by the dewey decimal system.

[the-kaytinator.livejournal.com]

*grugs*

Remember, there are always landmines, 2x4s and rusty spoons at your disposal.

[the-wanlorn.livejournal.com]

Awww, this may not be encouraging or whathaveyou, but I've watched 'The Mummy' a bajillion times over the past month, and whenever the following scene comes up, I always go "ha ha! It's buneater!"

Evelyn: Look, I... I may not be an explorer, or an adventurer, or a treasure-seeker, or a gunfighter, Mr. O'Connell, but I am proud of what I am.
Rick: And what is that?
Evelyn: I... am a... librarian.

And then I giggle for five minutes because I love how she says it and I am sorry that you are not as gleeful as that about your job. D:

[the-wanlorn.livejournal.com]

WHAT. I put "buneater" in there because that's how I refer to you! SHENANIGANS LJ! SHENANIGANS!

[sirgallivant.livejournal.com]

I hate it when the prospect of work LOOMS at you. Accursed looming. *husg*

[sirgallivant.livejournal.com]

'Husg' - the new and improved word for 'hugs'. Coming soon to a store near you!

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

So could you, now that you're on holidays. :P

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

Indeed, it's very important to remember this. Especially the rusty spoons - I'm very fond of those. :D

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

It's very good at it, too. Cursed work and its incredible competence at LOOMING.

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I'm very glad I got to see one before it was officially released in the stores!

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

I love that movie AND that scene! I wish I worked in a library like the one Evie works in - that'd be fun. And if I occasionally went off on trips to uncover archaeological treaures, then I imagine that would make my job much more interesting. :D

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

It's almost creepy, isn't it? I assumed it would leave "buneater" and just forward it to "katiefoolery", but no - it has to go and think for itself.

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank-you! That's a lovely thing to say.

*hugs*

I try to separate work from home and do my best not to even think about it when I'm not there, but sometimes it insists on being thought about. Cursed thing.

[(Anonymous)]

There is a large and very profitable market out there for "Less than pure" stories, if you jotted a couple down and sold them to the creepy man who hangs around in the bushes outside girls schools he might give you enuff money that you could stay at home and keep your hubby in the fashion to which he would like to become accustomed too

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

Why can't you LEARN TO LOG IN?? You're fooling nobody, you many-headed Timothy, you. :P

[silver-pegasus.livejournal.com]

A very random thught just occured to me. If you're no longer Buneater, then should he be bunhusband. Does that still connect him to you, or is he dedicating himself to a random snack food??? Do you now have to duel at twenty paces with the buns of the world for the right to your man???

PS. Sorry for referring to you in the third person good Timothy-shaped person if you're there. The post just worked the best that way.

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

You know, I was thinking the same thing today. Well, not exactly the same thing, but something along similar lines. However, since he can't actually remember to log in these days, it's not that much of an issue. :D

[crazedturkey.livejournal.com]

Get him to change his name to Timofthetenheads!

Go on dares ya!!

Or Timofthedeformity

or Tim-who-is-scared-of-Gill

Or Timoftheawesomethreepointturn ;)


Mwahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhaahahahahah

Sorry I've hard FAR too much sugar...

[crazedturkey.livejournal.com]

P.S Am heartily embarrassed by the rest of this post, but am glad I was of some assistance ;).

"Dewey you fool!"

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

Hehe! Timofthetenheads! I love it. Of course, he'd most likely still forget to log in, but it would still be amusing.

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

You definitely were.

*hugs*

[naelany.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* Why Katie, why wouldn't you use the computer for stories that aren't PG ^_~. I can't imagine why ^_~

[naelany.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* Glad to see I'm not the only one who loves that movie, and thinks of Katie every time I see it ^_~

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

No, I can't see any problems with that at all... ;)

[naelany.livejournal.com]

*sniggers*