I usually love the craziness of my job. Getting to do something different every day. Working with a wide variety of people, but only seeing a very small number. Juggling a million balls of different sizes as I decide which ones are the most important to concentrate on first.
I have excelled at this for years even with the added insanity of my bosses who usually are just amusement for me as I watch their life and the way they live it.
Three years ago, they started becoming more aggressive towards me and a year later I left. The company that I went to was not quite the right fit for me, so when I was offered this job again, I decided to take it back because I missed the craziness, the excitement, the people.
14 months later, we are back where we were 2 years ago, if not worse. I certainly never cried back then.
Today dressed down for 2 basic tasks of my job as if it were my first day and I didn't have a clue what I were doing.
The first, giving out the bosses cell phone number... This is something that any entry level receptionist learns her first day on the job and I am not an entry level receptionist. I've been doing office jobs for over 10 years now... I *NEVER* give out someone's cell phone number unless I know I have permission to.
I just am starting to wear thin on how much I can take and why I am still here.
One of the girls in my Thursday night class keeps saying about her job 'I know there is a reason God has me where I am.' I keep trying to apply this philosophy to my job, but the string I'm grasping at is getting smaller by the day, my prayers weaker.
Please join with me, because I don't know what I am supposed to be doing, and I am quickly losing sight of the love in this situation.
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