 Well folks, I did it. With two weeks left of summer vacation, Squirt ready to head off to Kindergarten and after enjoying these past few weeks being a kept woman - I've returned to work!
After 8 years of being wife, mom, domestic engineer, nurse and wearing many other odd hats, I'm back behind a desk and stinking up some office space!
I'm reaching in the back of my closet and pulling out the dusty, moth ridden professional wardrobe that shoved to the back a decade ago. There are two Hello Kitty bandaids behind both of my heels due to blisters from walking around in a pair of dress shoes all day.
What is my job title? I'd prefer to use the term "Information Administrator" but the current office residents consider me as the new girl sitting at the receptionist desk. They all know that they need a warm body but I don't believe any of them are aware whether they like me or not.
I prefer it to be that way. To remain a mystery and without definition. Hard to read.
I did not return to work to make any friends. I could have easily joined a garden club or knitting circle instead to make friends. No, instead I am there to chalk up another experience on my ongoing resume' and to bring home a paycheck.
One week down and I'm trying to distinguish what is the right level of socialization within this particular office environment. Now, it's not that I'm anti-social. No, I'm just anti-bullshit and anti-drama. I do not want either on me or around me.
What I do want is that pretty, shiny, red Swingline Stapler without going through an Epic Hobbit adventure.
 Wondering if this is even possible.Labels: Stealing Staplers |
Man, I need to watch Office Space again :)