I have been a receptionist at this health and beauty company for (gasp) almost a year and a half, and last May, I started to have eye trouble. I first tried to blow it off as allergies. Then I decided I must have chronic dry eyes from staring at this computer screen over eight hours a day on average. I started to use drops, but my eyes didn’t get better. Actually, my peepers started to look and feel crappy. People here at the office already think I’m nuts, so with my eyes red all the time, they probably think I’m just high. Headaches graced my work day and followed me home, and my left pupil started this strange thing where it would stitch or be a different size than my right. I finally decided to go to the doctor. At least I could use a sick day, right?
I have always had 20/20 vision, so I haven’t been to an optomitrist in a long time, like over ten years. I assumed that my eyes were strained too much at work, and I would maybe need glasses to help me during the workday. Yes, my eyes are horribly strained, so strained over time that my beautiful, perfect ojos are now near-sighted, slightly near-sighted but still not 20/20! This first sparked an “OMG! I’m getting old!” moment. Then I started to get upset at the idea of having to wear glasses outside of a reading and computer work context. Now I just resent my job. I think this job is actually killing me. Like Stanley said in the episode “Stress Relief” of The Office, I feel like I’m working in my own casket. Okay, I don’t feel quite that bad, but this has been yet another eye-opening experience (Pun was intended. I love puns.). I need to get out of here, stat. The job hunt is on (not that it ever stopped), and I will work even harder on my writing projects, hoping they will magically bail me out of this clerical prison cell.
I am creating this blog because my best friend told me I should log the crazy things I think, do, say and write. So, here I am, WordPress. I apologize in advance for my shenanigans. This blog is going to be about me, a burned-out receptionist with dreams of grandeur, trying to expand my writing career and escape the perils of the office.
A creative mind trapped in a cubicle (or, in your case, a front desk) it the ultimate death trap. Full time office jobs have a certain allure with their pay, benefits, and full time status. Unfortunately once they’ve got their tentacles fully wrapped around you, you realize that it is slowly sucking out your soul.
Don’t fret. There are ways to escape, and not all so drastic of my own approach of quitting, moving cross-country, and diving into miles of debt to go to grad school.
Your writing skills are fantastic, and are certainly the key to your escape from “prison.”
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