I never…

I never want to be somebody’s yes man. What’s the point…?

The more I’m here, the more I’m beginning to believe that the greatest thing is to be your own boss. It might take more effort, self-sacrifice, ambition and drive than being under a superior, but I think it’s worth it.

It starts now.

this is becoming a blog

solely dedicated to my progress at work. Oops.

So, he looked at my desk a few nights ago and said, “*****. What a great person.”

I’m glad he thinks so because it’s bonus month (though I hear the company’s pretty stingy and taking the economy into account, I’m not expecting much).

I’ve been meaning to write more meaningful things here, but nothing heavy has happened in a while that’s worthy of sharing…

newsweek

S told me I was in Newsweek this morning, while we were getting our coffee. 

Hah… I pretended not to know because it really isn’t that big of a deal, and I could be replaced at any given moment.

I’m just going to enjoy this while it lasts, and work on 40C in between.

more confusion

He just called, and told K to say hi to me. 

Now, I’m just “J”. Hahaha.

one down, two to go

He just sent an email to S & K, something to this effect - 

“how is everything going? missin u all – hope you are taking care of ***** xP”

Yes, WITH the emoticon. 

I’ve been flavor of the week now, for a month. I wonder how long this is going to last… I think he thinks I’m his new pet or something. Not teacher’s pet, but literally, pet-pet. This tops him saying, “Big hug!” accompanied with a kissy face from the other day.

burned out

11-hour days this entire week, on top of the 3-hour commute has caused the random waterworks to start up again. Surprisingly, he gave me huge praise today, saying I have “great work ethic”, I’m “so right to be here”, and he never has to worry about me. However, this was after he reminded me of a little snafu yesterday – I started tearing up just because I really have gotten very little sleep, and also out of relief somewhat because I’ve become so subconsciously worried about being laid off. I’ve been putting so much pressure on myself to do everything flawlessly, stressing out at the tiniest mishaps because the culture of stringent perfection that surrounds me every day leaves me feeling inadequate and undervalued.

Well I guess for now, I’m content, just really exhausted. Japanese ramen and Coraline tonight with C makes this Friday that much sweeter.

i don’t run for NO ONE

Another attempt to flip things into the positive.

I hate that in a panic to find baby carrots for the boss, I find myself screaming expletive-laden exclamations in my head directed to PERFECTLY NICE PEOPLE who are just not in the same retarded rush that I’m in.

I know what I’m worth and I’m definitely not paid well enough to “run, or trot” (i’m given the prerogative? wonderful!) for such tedium.

Breathe in, breathe out.

daddy wants a new dress…?

Mom: Show your dad the dress I bought you.
Me: Daddy, look. Isn’t it pretty?
Dad: Ah, you are so lucky; I do not even have one beautiful dress.

I love my dad.

snort

“In the two weeks I’ve been gone, I did sixteen spots, I changed the world.”

Hahahaha……. snort.

loose fruit etiquette

As I was washing the dishes, I turned around and saw my dad eating with a spoon out of a bowl. He had already finished eating dinner, so I wondered what he could be eating for dessert. Turns out he was eating a bowl of blueberries, scooping them into his mouth with the bowl right up against his face, the way a little kid would. He is so quirky (read: strange) and adorable sometimes.