The characters of this story . . .

So let me introduce you to the characters of the story of my job:

Jyoshico – she is awesome and very easy going. I really look forward to working with her and I’m glad I ended up with her.

Michyo – she is the big shot. What she says from on high goes for everyone.

Mother Goose – another woman I work with, she is a mother to her kids. They’re only 19 and high school age. There may be personality clashes but you’ll have to wait to see.

Old Bat – this older woman only visits sometimes, but she is an avid Obama follower and I’ve been told to avoid any discussions of religion or politics with her. I’ve already encountered her argumentative side, so I want to be prepared if it starts from her.

Sweetie – one of the others I work with. She is a sweet and hard working woman.

I think that’s it for now, but there are others I just haven’t had a chance to really meet. We’ll see what happens in . . . Days of the Office!



I sit here at my desk at work, wasting time on Ravelry and knitting blogs, looking up how to create and chart cables and lace, drifting into my own little world. And I’m supposed to be working. I was looking forward to this week at work as I thought it should be smooth sailing but I have such trouble actually doing stuff. I accomplished some yesterday, and of course small breaks can encourage harder and better work overall. But my small breaks are actually big and there is no work overall. Not really. Some days I love the office life, my little cubie, organizing my desk and work, seeing all the red tape paper accomplish its purpose. And other days I wonder why I’m doing this. Does it have a point? And all the trees I’m killing. I appreciate all that I’m learning here as I will most definitely use it later on as my own boss that has to keep track of every little thing and have great office-y skillz, but then these moments of doubt and dread make me wonder if I can keep it up. Can I stick through it when I don’t want to, or when my mind is on flights of fancy and my willpower wants to go along for the ride. I guess this is a confession. I am gifted. I am imaginative, creative, a dreamer. I am like Joseph – whose more practical, down-to-earth brothers decided to ship off to slavery out of hatred. And I love being this way (being a dreamer, not being in slavery). But I can’t stand fences, or boundaries for long. In time management or workload. My boredom just comes from my wanting to move on to something else and being restrained with what is before me now. I want to design at this very moment, and yet I need to go copy, stamp, interoffice mail. Register, and update. And yet, as I type, I think this kind of therapy has helped me. Off to the office world again! Thanks for listening