I like the work, but there are two things I don’t like about the job: One, the commute is 25 miles one way, and two, the work environment.
Okay, in all honesty, there is a third thing I don’t like, but I will be careful what I say. For as large as the interwebs are, it’s still a remarkably small place. I find it best not to share something that could come back to bite me in the ass.
So, of those two other things, the drive is pretty self-explanatory, wear and tear on the car, more gas, more trips to the shop, blah, blah, blah.
The second is harder to explain.
One of my curses/blessings is that I can walk in a room and tell when the situation feels right, wrong or just a little bit off. I also get the same sense from people. There’s no rhyme nor reason to it, it’s just my “gut feeling” saying HEADS UP.
Maybe I’m like that because I’m an introvert or maybe it’s because I’m a Pisces. It’s not something I’ve taught myself, it's just how I’m wired, I can’t change it even if I wanted to.
I’ve been at my job six months and every day I’ve been there, I get a splitting headache, and I feel like my shoulders are trapped in a giant vise grip, squeezing me tighter and tighter. No one’s physically harming me, but the energy, the feeling of, and within, the company that I pick up leaves me on edge every day. At the end of the day, I want to run for the door.
I was especially aware of today’s office energy because I was off work for the Memorial Day holiday yesterday, and I took a vacation day last Friday. Those four days were the longest stretch of time I’ve had away from the job since last Thanksgiving. It was blissful: No headache, no tension, no vise grip.
I don’t know how long I’ll be at this assignment (I’m a contractor), but for now it’s fine, after all, it took me away from a life as an administrative assistant. I'm not sure if I'll be able to figure out and resolve what I feel, so until then, I’ll be sure to have a generous supply of Advil on hand.