I have something to confess to you, dear readers. Going to work has been a real struggle recently.
It’s going to sound like I’m dwelling and obsessing, which probably is true, but I have felt so, so, so unmotivated ever since a very undeserving person received a promotion back in April. Seriously, just getting up in time to get to work has been such a struggle. I mean, why rush if she barely shows up and gets promoted anyway, right?
It’s also frustrating because I’m getting a bit bored with my position. I’ve been doing it long enough that I’ve got things down. I’ve improved so, so much since starting at this job. I’m ready for the next level. I’m also not expecting it to happen. I hate to sound like a broken record, but it’s just so… frustrating.
Remember the undeserving person in question who managed to get that promotion? (I don’t know if I’ve ever said this, but she started at the company around the same time I did and until the promotion this April, we were at the same level.) Guess how much she worked last week, the week of July 23? Have a number in your head? Maybe you’re thinking 5 days, like a normal work week?
Well, dear reader, you would be wrong. She worked a grand total of 1.5 days. Yes, you read that right. One-and-a-half days. Yet she gets promoted to the next level up. If I don’t deserve a promotion, she definitely doesn’t.
Okay, rant over. I promise we’ll return to regularly scheduled programming concerning books I’ve read, writing projects I’m working on, and random fun things from my life next time I write a blog post. I just had to vent about this and get it off my chest.
(Unless you like reading about work drama. If you like posts like this, I can definitely oblige and give you more. Believe me, there’s more where it came from… 😉 )