I've Been Here WAYYYY Too Long!!!

When you're somewhere you don't want to be, it's easy to begin to pick up on subtle things that seem to get...bigger. For instance--I work for a very well-known insurance company. My job is relatively easy. Give quotes and issue out policies for the various clients we deal with.

Within the past two months, we've had numerous transitions in the office. Our Agent has resigned from his/her position, so now our office is limited on the activities we can do on a daily basis. Namely, we can't actively go out and solicit business (which was a regulation issued directly from the execs). As business has dwindled down and leveled out...my day-to-day activities have gotten more routine than my daily hygenic habits. I come in and turn on the radio, pull up all the required software needed to assist clients, and then locate my gaming websites. I haven't forgotten my point--just sit tight...

As this monotony continues from day-to-day, I've noticed things that just can't be overlooked anymore. It's becoming too much...

My Office Manager and I are the only remaining employees in our office. She isn't exactly the epitome of a "leader". She has a tendency to release her daily woes into the office atmosphere by means of a phrase which has begun to irk me to no end... "Oh me, oh me, oh my...". You all may not understand the level of aggravation that I experience because you haven't been subjected to this torture--but I say it's validated. In addition to this daily utterance, she also talks low enough to where I can only hear her Charlie Brown-ish sounding words right under the radio. I hear my radio and then "whahhh whahhh whahhh" in the background. Numerous times during the day I have to turn the radio down to ask her to clarify her past sentences that I missed and it ends up being less than breaking news! "I need to pay my car payments", "I do not want to deal with Randy's mother", or "I wonder what they're doing outside..." ends up being the cause of my approaching carpal tunnel from the repeated raising/lowering of the radio.

I wish you all could see me on camera as I go through my workday... Just this morning, I was engaging in the solace of cheesy 80s love tunes. Not the Al B. Sure, Peabo Bryson, or Anita Baker variety... I'm talking--Michael Bolton. Don't hate. So as I listened to Michael croon his way through other's songs, I hear the faint mumble of what seems to be a voice. What is it??? None other than the Charlie Brown-ish utterance of...(say it with me everybody) "Oh me, oh me, oh my"... I felt like I was George Costanza in an episode of Seinfeld as I raised my fists in the air and silently shouted "NO!!!"!

Uh oh...some vintage Rod Stewart just came on... So, as I venture from day-to-day I'm afraid that I'm going to end up going off on the Manager for sneezing or something. Letting this stuff build up isn't good for me! I've learned from my past experiences that I don't tend to make sense when I go off after a fuse has blown! I'm just a big no sense-making ball of fury. Let's pray that I don't get to that point.