The Standard

Okay, so here I am, still at work after 11 hours. Instead of finishing up, I am blogging to get crap off of my chest.

I am a recent graduate holding 2, apparently, worthless Bachelor's degrees. I sit in a cublicle all day long as a customer service rep. making $9.00/hours. Yeah, yeah, I know, I shouldn't complain. I have a job, right?!

Anyways, so, I don't have many close friends anymore because the day after I got married I moved 3 hours away from my nearest and dearests. So, phone conversations are all we share anymore. But, I have developed some meaningless relationships with a few co-workers. Don't get me wrong, they are probably great people, but I don't really share much in common with them. One of the girls cries over EVERYTHING-- if she doesn't get her way, if she gets asked to do something she doesn't want to do, if it snows-- you name it! Another girl, the main reason for this blog tonight, brags about everything. Her life is just one big up and down drama.

So, about that. Her boyfriend just lost his job and has a bank account that is negative. I know how much she makes because we don't get raises, so I know she isn't racking up the dough. But, she is constantly shopping, but then bitches that her man doesn't have a job and they don't have money. But, today she was informed that she is going to part of trial of a new system we are starting at work. This trial is something that we are all going to be moved into eventually. But she thinks this is the greatest thing in the world! She is talking this up like she was just appointed CEO of the company. Well, I'll just say, she's not even getting a raise. AND the only reason why she got the position is because she's been in the department the longest and would have raised the biggest fit if she would have been "passed up" by someone else. But she's so excited, that she and her boyfriend, again, who has no job, are going to one of the most expensive restaurants in town tonight to celebrate.

*Sigh* I just don't get it. I guess it's because I am so conscious of myself and my realities and I don't know why people can let themselves get carried away by things like that. I don't like to spend money. I prefer to save my money for some catastrophe. Plus, I am still looking, daily, for a better paying job. My only vice is that I must look professional at all times. You know, dress for the job that you want, not the job that you have.

Well, I have gotten this off my chest without bitching to a co-worker and coming off as catty and also not trying to explain this to my friends or husband who don't understand or don't care. Because, YOU have the choice to stop reading whenever. :o)