For the last 6 years I have worked for a company, which shall remain nameless, in the same job. My job title was known as
So what was I? I wasn't Just a receptionist. I hated being called a secretary. I sounded like I made alot more money when I said payroll, yet I did all of those things that would describe each of those words. On my last review it asked me what my position was. My answer: Gopher. I go for anything that they ask. I did everything and anything they asked, and I got it done in the time they told me it needed to be done. Sounds ridiculous but it is the only thing I can describe my job. Gopher. So fitting. Last year we had an incident at one of our branches. It was extremely difficult for me to deal with. It happen on a Saturday morning. I found out that day and I cried the entire weekend. One of our employees took it upon himself to go into the office and kill one of our girls. He then drove hours away and took his own life. That day is the day that I was no longer a gopher. I became a hysterical mouse. I describe myself as that because when I was little my friend has a baby mouse. It started off playing in the cute little wheel running itself in the same spot. As it grew it because smarter and would try to find a way through the mazed tunnels that my friend had built up. Eventually I would go to my friends house to hear that the mouse had died. It had escaped while she was at school, it became bored and would find a way to get out of its cage, which would ultimately lead to its untimely deal by getting caught somewhere, usually the furnace.
At that point in my life I became that mouse. I was hysterically running up against the wall, hoping the faster I move my 4 legs the higher the chance I would have of escaping this horrific nightmare. I have said it before and I will say it again, this incident hit too close to home for reasons that I cant explain on this blog. It was a fight for me to get out of the job I was in. It was a fight to change what had happened. The wheel that I had been running on for over 5 years became too much, and I needed a change. At that point I became the hysterical mouse squeaking for a change, a change that i would not let go of, even if there wasn't room for a change. I went to the extreme of searching out new jobs. I was told as my current job to be patient. Patients runs thin. I was not blessed with patients. Nothing seem to fit and in January
I am an accountant!
Bryce always said I was a sexy secretary but I think accountant sounds so much sexier. I never dreamed of being and accountant, as a matter of fact when they mentioned it in high school I cringed when they would say 'well you can be an accountant.'. Well here I am 10 years later and instead of cringing I stand proud. I sound smart and sophisticated, and IMPORTANT! I think this is as far as I will go in my career, but you never know. Maybe someone will see my potential and make me a manager. Me? In control? I laugh! I am already in control. and I am so. much. happier.
