One year ago today I was tossed haphazardly into my current position at work. Hard to believe it's been that long already. Apparently, I've survived.
A year ago I had my doubts. I was stressed, overwhelmed, and struggling to learn everything I needed to know as quickly as possible. Whenever I find myself in a particularly uncomfortable situation, I always wish I could fast forward a year to sneak a glimpse of how things will work out, you know, to see if there is a light at the end of the tunnel or if the current situation will end in disaster. It's the same annoying trait that causes me to read the last page of a novel before I even start the first chapter. I just feel better knowing what direction things are headed. As I've stated before, spontaneity and surprises aren't my cup of tea.
Now my job is, well, a job. It pays the bills but I wouldn't say I love it. Some parts I enjoy, others not so much. It still has the power to stress me out, but most of the time it's rather...dull. I hate to admit that my old boss was right. She predicted I'd be bored in a year in this position. It's just very confining. I mean, there is so much that can be accomplished in my job, so many ways to improve and save the company tons of money, but their family-owned "no one can sneeze without seven meetings, fifteen signatures, and a change of seasons" mentality has left me to twiddle my thumbs and wait for my boss to eventually pull my ideas to the top of his thousand-page pile of things he needs to run by the family before I can take any action. It's simply frustrating.
Even more frustrating is knowing that I'm doing a good job, yet still make less than my predecessor. How I know that isn't important, but the fact that I do stings every time I think about it. And I can't help but help but think about it. I know what that office was like when it was dumped on me; I'm still cleaning up the mess a year later.
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