I wish I were a published and well known author. I would love to spend my day happily clicking away at my keyboard, creating and solving the problems of fictional characters.
I can't stand the daily grind of cow towing to stuffy, self indulgent, pompous, overlords. I hate having to watch what I say or be careful of who's toes I step on. I know one wrong move can destroy my tenure with my current company. The relative comfort of my current position is always in such a fragile state. One wrong move or misinterpreted phrase could send it all crashing down and return me to slavery.
Its annoying to build such fraudulent alliances knowing how easily they can be destroyed.
Of course I wouldn't be blogging about this if what I had feared hadn't already come to pass.
One misinterpreted phase was all it took. I attracted that scrutinizing spotlight of the office shrew to myself. As a punishment for speaking out of turn, I have been relegated to one of the most menial task in our office.
I must remember never again to open my mouth. Nothing good ever seems to come from speaking my mind. I was warned, in this tumultuous time, that it is the one who takes on the task no one else wants, that continues on...
A not so thinly veiled threat, and one I have to take seriously as cut back and layoff season approaches.
I so wish I could escape to my fictional world right now. I hate being here in this office, knowing the bosses are laughing at me.