out to pasture

Well, well, well….. it appears that all systems have been put on stand-by, I mean liquefy, I mean char. In my quest for shelter I stuck myself firmly under the wing of the overprotective mother. You know the type. The one that doesn’t let their child do any-thing. To the extent that it develops a slowness, an atrophy of sorts. The brain starts to shut down from lack of use. I used to complain at the sheer volume of work I had before, frustrated that my counterpart wasn’t picking up the slack. I’d be upset that I could only work 8 hours because, even with a week of 10’s it wouldn’t be done. There was stress. But I loved the satisfaction of it all… the feeling that you had done something good, that you had helped. I don’t help. I pull staples. I send mail and answer the phone 5 or less times a day. I make powerpoint presentations that are insanely amazing (probably because I have nothing better to do than look for pictures and put together animations). I order office supplies and postage. Don’t get me wrong, all of these functions are important. However, someone being paid considerably less, that needs to learn how the office works and how to function within a system of professional standards, should be doing these things. My brain is angry at me for letting it slowly leak out onto my pillow at night. Yes, I went from the belly of the beast to the bosom of the sow. Overpaid and under-nursed I take each task and look at it with anticipation. Hope, no, pray even, that it will contain the golden egg of challenge. But no. I will not venture out of the barn today. At least the hay is soft here. There is no evil snake screaming at me and trying to bite me in the ass every three minutes. I’m liked all around and appreciated for my over-achiever type work ethic. I’ll stop ranting now and enjoy the barn. It could be worse, I could be in the snake pit..