That's how I feel right now.
Just bleh. Like a blob fish, maybe.
I have a problem and I don't know how to resolve it. I go to work and I read all these rules and SOP's and regulations and ... silly me... I follow them.
AND
I expect other people to follow them. But they don't. And when I try to do something about my subordinates just randomly doing whatever they want, completely disrupting my ability to do my job my superiors tell me NOT TO FREAK OUT SO MUCH.
THEN when the same people doing the same stuff inconvenience THEM... THEN I am suposed to "correct that behavior". WTF.
So I try. I TRY not to care. I try not to notice the abuse and the favoritism and the slacking. I WANT to not be a growling bundle of irritation at the end of my day. With no outlet because I'm not allowed to snap at people, no.
Then the meeting to night happens. I am the work horse. The one everyone comes to for getting things done and yet, all eyes turn to one of the coworkers who complained about my day off with my kids when praise for a job well done is in the offing.The higher ups even bid her a pleasant goodnight with the same breath that they asked me to finish this and that and the other. And then everyone left the room.
And I just suddenly felt so effing discouraged. I had this wierd flashback to when my parents used to close the car-door in my face after allowing my sisters to get out. Except this time, I have a shopping cart full of tools to put away and the door handle isn't as hard to get to.
It's silly, I know. But it's how I feel.
But really, it is how I feel about my whole life.
I am a lost, scrawny, unwanted kid aching for that scrap of acknowledgement. The pat on the head. The "Job well done". Only I can't actually see any jobs that ARE well done. Just a whole lot of jobs still doing.
And I ask myself what exactly I think I am after. Everyone is all "You are as worthy as YOU believe" and I'm all... "Uh... no."
Because I know lots of people who think they are hot shit and in reality, they are pretty sad. Even sadder, hell SORRIER, than me.
I guess I am still working on accepting my forgettable mediocrity. I'm just not there yet.



