On being ridiculously at the center of the universe
Written on Monday, 26 of October, 2009 at 9:50 am
I’m so stressed at work that I just might need to buy an anti wrinkle cream at the age of 27! God… who invented incompetent Operations Managers anyway? I mean, I know things like dense managers should not bother you since that’s reality, but then again, it doesn’t mean you have to be numb to their stupidity.
I must admit I AM grateful I’m able to pinpoint that they are incompetent. That way, I know what I DON’T want to be when I level-up in my career. However, they are such bad models that I sometimes end up praising myself undeservingly and slacking off since my point of comparison are, well, mediocre.
At times like this, I really feel like Jessica Darling (thank you, Twyla and Karen, for pointing out how Jessica I am way back in college) in “Sloppy Firsts”.
Right now I feel guilty to be alive. Why? Because I’m wasting it. I’ve been given this life and all I do is mope it away. What’s worse is, I’m totally aware of how ridiculous I am. It would be a lot easier if I believed I was the center of the universe, because then I wouldn’t know any better not to make a big deal out of everything. I know how small my problems are, yet that doesn’t stop me from obsessing about them.
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