Wednesday, September 17, 2008

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I want a new job.

My job doesn't pay me enough and quite honestly, sucks a majority of the time.
My subordinates are disrespectful. There's inter-office bickering and unhealthy competition. I have brown-nosers always approaching me to paint a negative picture of their colleague.

Then there's the one who is throwing company money around like it grows on trees.
The same one who rings EVERY TIME something isn't going like he thought the real world would. He has a MY General Manager responding to me negatively because I'm not helping him as much as she thinks I should. She forgets I have other employees and can't focus all of my resources on her favourite.

They all call in sick regularly, but when I'm sick, you'll still find me at the head of the company.

I don't think I was the most-qualified for this job when I was thrown into it, and now that my sanity teeters on the edge of Lalalaville, don't think I'm the best one for it.

I want a new job.

Here are my qualifications:
  • I am the Queen of multitasking. I can change a baby's poopy diaper while she's standing--with one hand-- while speaking on the phone to a son who refuses to pull himself out of a terrible mess he's dug for himself.
  • I can type a blog post while several children are fighting around me.
  • Even though it has been suggested my hearing isn't 100 percent, I can hear when a child is sneaking crackers out of the pantry-- three rooms removed from me.
  • I have thick skin from all of the years of "I hate you", "People your size aren't supposed to wear horizontal strips are they?" and "Aaron's Mom bought him a new XBox360, I never get anything when it first comes out"s.
  • Despite looking flabby and out of shape, I can carry heavy lumps of dead weight up flights of narrow stairs, making sure to dodge squeaky spots--causing contortionists poses.
  • I can throw a meal for seven together in less than 30 minutes with whatever is in the kitchen-- a "seven loaf" miracle-- despite the picky tasters that will be present (the list of not-likes being: chicken, pasta that's skinny, cheese, eggs, coconut, strawberries, or any berries that were once whole and are now partially squished/blended/cut and tomato sauce).
  • I keep a well-oiled machine. I can be in three places at once, but am hoping the new job won't require it because quite honestly, I'm tired of being everywhere.
I would like my new job to offer company benefits like a 30-minute mandatory bath time-- alone bath time with no one calling someone else a butt and resulting in the "butt" hitting the first, or someone else yelling "there's a poop on our floor" while guilty one rushes upstairs to shove said poop under the bunk beds resulting in me having to remove the under bed drawers to extricate it.
I want a new job.

25 comments:

  1. Oh, you and me both! Oh, how I can relate to the "butt" calling, hitting, hiding, evading, and general discord of a household. Your qualifications are hilarious, and sound so familiar. Isn't it funny how you can develop this level of hearing that almost scares you? When something just sounds a little... "off" ...and you know something's happening that shouldn't be?

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  2. But then there are all those fringe benefits. What about the hugs right at waist level that take the breath away? Isn't that enough? OK, ok, you've got a point. That's a pretty pathetic wage. Maybe just paid vacation might be nice?

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  3. I used to want one too, now my colleagues are getting ready to go elsewhere. And I really need a new job. Very clever Ms. Jeri--I think your skills would qualify you to do anything.

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  4. Bwahahahaha. Dang, I wish I had something equally as funny to add, but I am at a loss. Your post blew me away - sheer cleverness and loads of wit. HILARIOUS!

    I'd say hit the comedy club circuit, but I hear they have a shitty daycare plan.

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  5. Actually, I like my job. I just want to delegate parts of it. Like cooking, laundry, dishes, floors, bathrooms, picking up after the kids...

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  6. I'd be happy if the others around me would actually realize that what I have is a job.

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  7. Wow - it sounds like you are over qualified for any of the jobs out there! I was particularly impressed by the 30 minutes meal with all the restrictions!

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  8. You rock! Any organization would be better with you...Funny how talented us moms become - and how multi-talented too!

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  9. "Pasta that's skinny" that was my favorite line! HA HA! That just sounded so familiar. Loved the whole post actually. Wonderfully funny and so true.

    I really hate to tell you this, though, but your contract requires a lifelong commitment. Even when your co-workers turn 18 and you think you can let your guard down and maybe go off-duty for a few hours, there you are still on call 24/7. Pay raises are non-existent too, no matter how long you've held the position.

    There are, though, some other amazing fringe benefits that you won't get with any other job anywhere. Hang onto those, they will get you through the rough parts of the job.

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  10. well...i've got to say that i cannot offer you a better position in my company--perhaps less comotion than your company, but nothing much better. i think that you need to come up with your title so that us all can unite and create a union demanding better benifits!!!!

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  11. I'd settle for an assistant. Or a vacation. Or gratitude.
    Whatever.

    *sigh*

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  12. You've got amazing qualifications. Sadly the pay is only more of the same. geez. I'd just settle for being appreciated.

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  13. I love each of your posts, although I don't always comment! You have motherhood nailed! But wait. The perks show up at long last when you have adult children. Trust me.

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  14. You are hired! Be at my house tomorrow at 7 am. I've got things for you to do.

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  15. You do have a way with words. Your posts make me realize I'm not alone in the world, and that most people's homes are as insane as mine. Nice to know, actually.

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  16. I've got teens do you want to trade? Babies could be a nice break, that curlie headed one in the overalls is pretty stinkin cute!
    You are too clever my dear.

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  17. Karen's on to something with the whole delegating. That's what we do around here. Granted, mine are a little older. No one poops on the floor anymore. Wait - I don't recall any of mine ever doing that.

    Pleated today the item we discussed. Can't wait to really get started!

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  18. I'd hire you, but alas, I'd be condemning you to more of the same said cr@p.

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  19. I definitely don't get paid enough for my skills. And I WOULD accept alone bathtime in lieu of wages too.

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  20. Wow! With your qualifications, hmmm...other than the part whereby you HOPE that you are not needed everywhere...I think you can qualify for 'Wonder Woman'...I bet they'll have your size for the outfit *wink*

    I can NEVER wear a diaper for my standing child with one hand! Well never tried 'pull-ups' before, so unless that was what you were holding in your hands...hmmmm..

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  21. LOCK THE DOOR AND TAKE A BATH! Really, it's the only hope. You deserve it. (And you're going to hate my post tomorrow night.)

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  22. We all have those ruts don't we.

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  23. You're HIRED.

    Let's you and I escape and take a vacation. Meet you at drink-thirty, okay?

    Seriously, I just love (LOVE) your wit. You are hilarious my friend!

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  24. It's at times like that..thoughts about being the "other woman" don't sound so distasteful. And then we come to our senses.

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