I’m bored with waiting

I could conjure up some exciting blog entry that tells you all about my wild ride through life and interesting facts and figures, or my take on what’s new in the world, or what’s new in my head but I can’t be bothered.

Because I’m bored.

I am in limbo.

I am waiting for the job I’ve always wanted but stuck in an organisation I can’t quite shake off. I have to be patient and the day I say adios losers will be the greatest day in my career but for now I wait. And wait. And wait.

I hate waiting.

It makes every day at work, boring.

My temporary team are lovely but they are not motivated, bored and sterile. I think before I arrived they just got on with work and went home to more exciting lives. I can’t spend eight hours a day not talking or laughing or just chatting about random crap. I know before I arrived it was a quiet office but that’s not to say I am the loudest on the floor but you can hear me laughing.

My loudest is obviously a big change for some in the team and my ability to not give a shit about people who whine and whinge all day long is my greatest power. There are a few members of the team that have taken upon themselves to not be on my side but hey it wouldn’t be fun without the blockers.

But I wait. I wait for the day I can say ta ta asses. It’s going to be a little bit of a wait but it will be worth it. 

Hey I waited patiently before asking my boyfriend out – although I don’t think he would call it waiting… more being a chicken shit and not saying anything – but none the less I waited patiently for the right time. 

Right place. Right time zone.

Ah tomorrow is just another day.

Another day of getting on with it.

Another day less of waiting.