Trouble in The Office

Overwrought

It's the end of a long, tiring day. I think 50% of the time had been spent waiting for the senior managers to come back to their cubicles. There were decisions put on hold that needed to be taken up again. Just this evening, I told the marketing director how the seats on this floor were always empty, as everybody else was in a meeting somewhere in the building.

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I am actually glad my business trip to Thailand is not pushing through this month. Dealing with pseudo-English words is just too much for my little fictive brain.

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Sometimes I want to give up the dream of being the perfect boss. Does the Perfect Boss actually exist? Or do we have to buy a ticket into that alternate reality? My guess is bosses there are perfect and they could bloody well scare HR directors into giving them Xtrails.

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Sometimes I feel like a failure. I get hard on myself (not that *hard on*, you naughty naughty child) for not being able to deliver the things that matter, like promotions. Pay raises. Answers to everything. Quick English wit. Supalpal-proof verbal defence in the face of a dragon we call the Creatives Manager.

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Over lunch, my officemate told me of a woman who committed suicide many years ago from the bank next door. She jumped off the ledge on the 14th floor, and landed on the concrete handrail of the entrance stairwell.

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There's a post-it note on the window in the Creatives room written by the copywriter. It said "Shortcut to Thailand". Morbid, but funny.

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Ay me. I'll take half the day off tomorrow.

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posted by Elyss @ 7:39 PM