18 Weeks 2 days
I am feeling restless.
A certain sense of a need for change.
There is something about me, something a little big hobo-like in that when ever I am in a job, after about 9 months, I feel that certain sense of restlessness, the need for change.
And I must admit, I am feeling very restless in this job.
I miss television, I miss the excitement, I miss the intrigue.
I miss all of it (except the crazy people, I don’t miss them).
My career is just so painfully numbingly boring.
I am a glorified secretary, I write minutes (endless minutes that never ever seem to get to the point) I arrange meetings, I order catering.
I am a secretary, and I despise it.
I did not suffer through a decade (yes, a bloody decade – 2 degrees, a second language and a post grad diploma) of university so I could be a freaking secretary.
Yet, here I am, a very boring secretary with fantasies of winning the lottery.