I don't know why I've applied for this job permanently, because I hate being here.
Actually, it is a fairly good job. It has it's ebbs and flows of 60 people all needing reception while the phone is ringing and emails are popping up steadily in my reception inbox...and then times of nothing where I can thankfully get on with work.
It's sitting next to "Amos" that drives me insane.
I don't know what job is worth the incredible amount of stress this puts me under every single day.
If I didn't have a job, I'd want one with all my heart.
When I'm in a job, I long for a week off.
I must make God shake his head with wanting the opposite of what He gives me and complaining every time He tries to bless me.
You're not alone in this, Lord God. I shake my head at myself, too.
I would like to be poor and happy in the woods and as far away from "Amos" as possible, please.
Actually, it is a fairly good job. It has it's ebbs and flows of 60 people all needing reception while the phone is ringing and emails are popping up steadily in my reception inbox...and then times of nothing where I can thankfully get on with work.
It's sitting next to "Amos" that drives me insane.
I don't know what job is worth the incredible amount of stress this puts me under every single day.
If I didn't have a job, I'd want one with all my heart.
When I'm in a job, I long for a week off.
I must make God shake his head with wanting the opposite of what He gives me and complaining every time He tries to bless me.
You're not alone in this, Lord God. I shake my head at myself, too.
I would like to be poor and happy in the woods and as far away from "Amos" as possible, please.
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