Why is Prison the Answer?

I’m sure despite my disclosure note, I’m sure some, if not most, will disagree with my opinions. Please take note as you read this, however, that I do not in any way shape or form condone what Bernie Madoff did.

The Worst Part…

… of work is not the boss who drives me bananas. It’s not the lack of benefits. It’s the isolation I feel. The feeling of not being a true part of this office.

Me vs. Everyone else.

10 Year Old Terror

Who knew that I could ever think of a 10 year old girl as a terror from the third dimension???

Alas, it is true. Though my ponderings of compromise overshadowed everything else yesterday, wanting to post my thoughts about the weekend never left.

Compromise

Main Entry:1com·pro·mise
Pronunciation:\ˈkäm-prə-ˌmīz\
Function:noun
Etymology:Middle English, mutual promise to abide by an arbiter’s decision, from Anglo-French compromisse, from Latin compromissum, from neuter of compromissus, past participle of compromittere to promise mutually, from com- + promittere to promise — more at promise
Date:15th century
1 a: settlement of differences by arbitration or by consent reached by mutual concessions b: something intermediate between or blending qualities of two different things
2: a concession to something derogatory or prejudicial

The Madness Within

Whenever I tell people what I do for a living, I always add that it’s a mental drain. Not physical. Not emotional. Just mental. I feel that I am less intelligent now than when I started here in 2006. And I feel that way because I don’t do anything that is really intellectually stimulating. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being in a secretarial job, but this is different from my previous experiences in this role. Basically, it comes down to a lack of trust. For a long time I thought it was a lack of trust in me, which made me wonder why I was still employed with them. Then I found out that it’s not me, or rather not just me.