Have you ever heard of the Dugger family?
They’re nut jobs with a Discovery Channel reality show because they have 17, going on 18 kids. While I have to disagree with some of their choices, like popping out babies like tic-tac’s because God tells them to and then naming them all “J” names. -Yeah, I've watched the show.- I heard the mother say something about childbirth once that struck a cord. “Labor isn’t called labor because it’s supposed to be easy. It is hard work!”
Well, on that note, I know that work is called work for a reason. It’s not supposed to be fun. It’s work.
I want some fun at work though! I want a career. I want a job where I’m not checking my watch every 10 minutes. I want to WANT to come to work!
My department is “reorganizing.” In my world, that means that production is at a crawl and you can’t fire people, so let’s just shuffle them up like we’re playing Go Fish. Sometimes I feel like a big tuna, most of the time though I am swimming with the guppies.
I hate feeling like I’m not in control of my future. My bosses, bosses, boss includes me in emails about his upcoming meetings and schedules (tuna country,) but my immediate supervisor forgets to CC me on the most mundane topics (guppy land.) I am the go-to person for my team (tuna country,) but I am told I am still in training by management when discussing promotions and bonuses (guppy land.)
What am I supposed to do? I’m not sure, so I am flailing. Flopping around in the water trying to make big splashes. I figure, if I splash enough someone will get wet and notice that I am capable of doing so much more.
We will see.