| Tuesday proved to be a busy morning. I was kept busy with two separate tasks in between answering the phone. But I still had time to try to flesh out future plans for the dilemma I am having about What To Do With My Life. With this job, I am finding that I don't mind handling customers and trying to answer their questions. But for long term? Would I lose that virgin helpfulness and get that jaded edge to my voice that I've heard in so many other customer service people? I'm not sure. Even doing this would mean still pushing a lot of papers around. Ugh. I think how similar an office like this is to an assembly line plant.
When I go into the other row of office where the copying machine is, I see workers sitting in their own private cubicles. There are no doors on them but they are surrounded by four walls of privacy otherwise. I find myself yearning for my own little space like that. Not sharing it with another office worker and a whole counter full of people like the arrangement is my current office. I like to be somewhere where I can feel cloistered. And be able to have computer connection so I can use e-mail and the Internet in my daily workings. I still like typing. Lots of typing. But I also like doing websites. And brochures, newsletters, overhead projection pictures to go along with a speech (although PowerPoint would be the delivery system of choice now), and designs for covers of books and the like. Let's face it. I would still love to step back into my job at OSU where I did all that stuff (except for the e-mail and Internet connection but now I would probably have that). Yet, still lying beneath all that glamor is the unrelenting drudgery of the eight hour day. The eight hours wouldn't be as bad if I was focused on something that I enjoyed doing. That's the hardest part about this job. All that time to kill. I need stimulation. I need an Internet connection. I need creativity. I need to get this bra off! So, have I figured out what would work best for me? I think so. This experience has reinforced the desire to drum up some business and do home typing. But where to start? Sigh, I get overwhelmed so easily. I hate having to find out how to do these things. And I believe that I would like to try parttime work in an office I would feel more committed to. A hospital? The work there always seemed so worthwhile. Or at least exciting. I dunno. Would I still have trouble with the whole being-in-an-office thing? What to do, what to do? No, more like how to do it, how to do it. (To be continued...) |