I used to have an office mate who had a habit of saying “Compuse” instead of “confused”. Imagine hearing this word “compuse” over and over especially if he is indeed confused. Not only it is effing confusing, it is also annoying.
Anyway, this anecdote doesn’t have anything to do with today’s rant. I just felt like starting my blog post with a useless anecdote. Haha!
* Newly-dyed hair, ash-blond at Bench FIX Greenbelt
Anyway, I don’t know what’s with the air we breathe at work, but working there these past few days is starting to stress the hell out of me. My life is governed by the same checklist I devised a few weeks back and making sure that I have accomplished each and every task is taking its toll on me. Just seeing the damned list is giving me the chills already.I wanted to just tear it into two, but what can I do? My boss’–who by the way, is a true angel–only quirk is her love for rules and following the guidelines.
Besides, my company has been really kind to me i.e. tolerating my blond hair cos I swear this is my only way to stand out from the mass of humans chained to their effing chairs. And oh, they also managed to tolerate the way I dress.
Do you know what I wore earlier? Imagine a pink checkered necktie, my brother’s striped cardigan, white short sleeved button-downs, brown slacks and brogues.
Yeah, I try to represent every single day. I keep on telling myself that I rather be different than look like a mass-produced office drone.
I am a bit pissed off today due to the fact that I have been receiving a lot of comments and request for changes on previous projects that I have submitted and gotten approval to before. You would think that following the approval process, it’ll be good to go but no — apparently I have to check the opinion of every Tom, Dick and Harry who cared to give their opinion.
Sorry for this rant, I am just tired. If not for my clothes and my hair, I’d be more than dazed and I’d be more than confused.I’d be effing crazy.