Any Better Yet?
You know how people are usually warned against associating with other people who have a lot of baggage? Well, it turns out there is a lot of baggage where I am working, and some of the relationships around there are kind of weird. I have never claimed to be at the pinnacle of mental health, but the more I get to know these people, the more dysfunctional they become.
Don’t get me wrong… I like weird, but this is more like a factory full of a bipolar paranoid schizophrenics with Tourrette’s. Not quite the quirky fun I aspire to.
While I am still struggling to keep my head above water in this place. There are times when things click, and I think, “Yeah, this is going to work out just fine,” only for something stupid to happen two minutes later, and I am back to thumbing through the listings on Indeed again.
I want this to work out. The pay is good, the actual machinery I work on is cool, but my feet are killing me and the people are crazy, and it’s not the fun quirky kind.
Once again, thanks to Big D and TOR. Thanks for keeping the queue filled up by usingthe submission page.