For the past 6 years, I've worked in customer service in reception. The first three years were downright miserable, boring, and in no way reinforcing. But the past 3 years have been topsy turvy...I can love my job and hate it at the same time. And while I am absolutely good at my job, great even, some say born for it, I think I pretty much hate it at this point. I hate being fake. I hate putting up this mask: a perfect, sunny, ass kissing receptionist. That's now who I am. My idea of perfection is going to work in jeans and a sweater by boat and sitting on the water taking aimless notes, while watching whales take a breath from the cool Pacific water. NOT sitting at a desk, under fluorescent lighting tending to people's needs and fighting about high invoices.
The issue is that as I get older, my tolerance for stupidity lowers and lowers...and lowers. It is at a zero tolerance at this point. Working with animals is my only satisfaction, and I know that that is what is going to drive me to finally let it go when the time is right. It could be months or years from now, but I want to make sure that it doesn't keep me tied down...
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