Let’s just say I listen to a lot of TED talks.
My office environment is lax, besides the few passive aggressive emails I receive from my (woman) boss every so often. Also, My chatty co-worker just moved cubicles a few weeks ago and now I am all by myself in my cubicle (besides the fact that my other (male) boss could easily tunnel vision me by a simple turn of his head).
So with that said I rejoice in the silence and take full advantage of it filling it with Education. I can’t listen to audiobooks because it is hard to follow sometimes with office interruptions, but I do listen to a lot of TED talks, when I am not busy counting down the minutes to go home, and I actually quiet enjoy them and thankful I am able to.
Here are some of the stuff that stayed with me and I want to share them with you:
Hello Wonderful Reader,
I am having the Sunday/Monday blues here. It’s 11:12 pm and I am not looking forward to the next day. I have vowed so many times during HARD TIMES that I would never complain about idiotic, trivial things such as traffic, or a job. BUT, here I am!! In a humble effort I am going to try to shift my perspective by listing the reasons why I am grateful for my job.
- I start at 6:00 am (by choice) and get off at 2:30 pm, which is earlier than most people.
- I can use my headphones at work.
- We have a Keurig machine at work (free coffee).
- My boss is working remotely and only comes 1 week out of the month.
- I have my own big cubicle, that is isolated from all others cubicles (except the fact the GM has tunnel vision to mine).
- I take 40 minutes lunches (instead of 30 minutes).
- I get to run my own meeting every week (which I dread but it is good practice to get out of my comfort zone).
- I get along with a couple of girls at work.
- It is generally a relaxed environment.
- My office is less than 20 people.
- We kinda don’t have a dress code.
- I GET PAID.
I really didn’t care and their opinions was nothing to me. But there is something about endings and goodbyes that leave me sad and sentimental. Knowing that it was my last time doing all the things I did, that always seemed frivolous to me, made me savor them. I grew pensive as I was opening the cabinets to look at how I organized them for one last time. Or logging in and out with my account that will soon be stripped out of its privileges.
Then, I started emptying out my cabinet and securing my belongings in my purse. I decided to leave my name tag though as an attempt to secure as little of presence as this small name can hold. In the back of head, I knew that soon someone will scratch it off and no will care but still. I left the the cabinet out displaying its emptiness…