This weekend got lost somewhere between art projects, essays and an exam. It is now Monday and here I am sitting in my office watching the attempt at a sunrise. I wish it was Friday again.
This wish forces me to ask the question, "Am I every really happy in the moment?"
What is wrong with my life, or with the way the clock ticks that makes the weekdays drag and the weekends disappear in the blink of an eye. Or is it only me that feels this way. Am I so bored with my work that I am constantly wishing I was somewhere else. In reality I should be happy with doing the minimal amount of work that I do. I mean, really, I work so hard on my studies that it should be nice to come to work and do very little, if I so choose. But you know something. I do love a challenge. Yes, I will often complain if those challenges start to stress me out, but I realize that I love the rush I get from being in a panic. I think that a big part of me wants to know that my work matters. I want to know that I matter in my workplace. Yes, I do a great job being the person of first impressions (I do reception and administrative work) and I do prefer the title 'Receptional Professional' which I think makes my job sound more interesting than it is - don't you think? I have the smile and the cheery voice down pat and most of the time it is real, but I have also managed to fake it so well when I just can't be bothered dealing with people that I have begun to think about becoming an actress. Hey, I have seen some of the crap actors/actresses that Hollywood is pumping out and I could most certainly do a better job and make a hell of a lot more money than I am making now. I hate to admit it but my acting abilities are SO good that I can make people think I care about their trivial concerns, while I am thinking about the bigger picture and how oh so trivial their dramas are.
Ok, I am on - the phone is ringing......lights. camera. action.