HAVE STAYED TOO LONG

Yes I have stayed too long in this job. Two years and four months, to be precise, which is way above my standard. My average is actually two jobs per year. I guess you can say I have a problem with long-term commitments.

Now, staying in this same job for 28 consecutive months feels more and more like having myself gagged. I feel very much suffocated. Trying new routes going to and from work doesn’t work. Trying new places for lunch doesn’t work. Trying doing things differently doesn’t work. Rearranging my cubicle doesn’t work.

Come to think of it, I know I am actually doing something I love. Hard as it is to believe, I am actually in love with this job. It is the colleagues that I can’t stand.

Yes I am well aware of this fact. No I am not sure either as to why to resolve this problem I resort to changing routes to and from work and changing lunch places and changing the way I arrange the books on my shelves.

You see, I am the sort of people who moves her imaginary potted plant from her desk to her imaginary windowsill, in the hope that the microcosmic change will snow-ball into another change, then into another change, then into another change….I hope one day I will come to the office finding my colleagues, every single one of them, has turned into those people in the movies. You know: people who don’t give any damn about other people’s personal business.

Clearing out my workspace, anyways, doesn’t help with the suffocation. If anybody has a lucky charm to help with this situation, please inform me. I am thinking of getting one of those MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS sign to put across my door, but that is a bit harsh, don’t you think? Perhaps I should stick a pig’s head on my door? You know, to convey exactly this message: PIGS, STAY OUT OF MY DOOR.