I could, in theory, make one long post here about everything on my mind, but as I've been told, some of you are at work when reading this so I'll break them up. Let me first say a few things about the working/office world that me and some of my buddies have started to notice.
Adults, love meetings, absolutely love them, why? because meetings give you an excuse not to work. I have come to find out that half the fun of a salaried job is to successfully figure out how to fill in your co-workers on your last meeting while simultaneously keeping them in awe of your upcoming meetings. See in the work world, a meeting is the equivalent of a college guys post bar hook up. "Dude, you totally won't believe the 3 hour power point I just nailed, had that thing up on the wall, everyone in the room was jealous, and don't even get me started on my word docs everyone was trying to get their hands on...". Needless to say meetings actually keep you from doing your actual job, which surprising to me, is often the least of anyones concern. The main objective of work is to appear to being doing something, hence always bragging about your UPCOMING hook up-er meeting. "Yeah I got this tight little overnighter coming up with the accounting division, shooot you know it's gonna keep me up all night, probably gonna need a few Red Bulls, get jealous".
One might be inclined to think that the average work week could be condensed to a 30 hour format. However I honestly think that what happens is people get out of college and get adult jobs and become fascinated with the idea of "playing grown up" and secretly take joy in going through all of the intricacies they have spent years watching their parents go through and years training formally (college). We get excited with buying suits, new pumps, neck ties, cashmere vests, office friendly skirts etc. And for the first year or two love to tell family and friends that we, after years of practice, have landed a job, yet in actuality having a job more or less means, a place to go from 9ish to 5ish, a place where we can remain and eagerly wait to go join our friends and our real true love, the couch.
Over time you stumble from the "playing grown up" phase and quickly cross into the threshold of "larvae grown up/young pessimist". A stage easily noticed by your desire to gripe about everything from music not being as good as it was, to fashion quickly changing, to gas prices, to God knows what (think of this as your adult life terrible twos) in short, you and your buddies gripe about everything, and you love to gripe. Don't worry I spend 74% of my time griping, and oh how I wish it could be 75% but I've got to eat and sleep. Soon after its full fledged "pouty adult" mode in which you have reached the zenith, and nothing is as good as it once was, food tastes worse, kids aren't as smart, oh the list goes on. Needless to say, I have come to the opinion that from birth to death we just progressively get more things we take joy in not having joy in. If that makes any sense.
And am I the only person who feels as though staying up till Jay Leno comes on is almost an accomplishment? Damn I used to think Conan was a great show, now I don't even know if it still comes on, I find myself, after work, thinking...whew what a day, time to kick back and relax and go gripe about some stuff on the news. Next thing I know I'll be dead sleep and baffled as to why no one bothered to tuck me in, and crabby about it. I think I'm just gonna start setting my house clocks three hours fast so I feel like I'm still cool, but then again what would I have to complain about then
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