Running in Circles

Ok, so I officially hate my job. Again. I have been bouncing around in the organisation for the last four years and each move was due to a specific set of issues mostly to do with evil people and how the temptation of the high road of leaving them in the muck always wins me over in the end. So the question I often put to myself is, Why? Is it me? Is it the organisation? Is it the country's habit of mimicking of other people's culture, in this instance, Karoshi? Why is it that after the excitement and renewed hope of new environment, people die down, just the thought of Monday makes the bile rise in my throat. Drama yah.

The boy says that attitude is everything and I gotta be positive and find that darned silver lining but he also says that I have to value myself because the people mill of an organisation sure as hell will not. So if I combine the both, it means I should be content swimming in the miasma of fake and meaningless work all the while admiring my ability to tread water in this slushy mess. Huh?!

Note to Self: The boy, he don't make no sense sometimes.

The job has since vacated the apartment block called Fiery Passion and downgraded to the neighbouring block, Just for the Money.

It sounds like I'm going to move again. Yippidy!