I sit in a cubicle with the 2 other people in my department.  We sit right in front of our boss’ office.  We are surrounded by claims and customer service reps.  So on one side you go deaf from people being on the phone, and on the other you can hear a pin drop.

I have been at this job for 3 long years, with little pay improvement, but I keep telling myself that having A job right now is better than not having a job.  (I don’t think I really believe that tho).  I work with 2 people who have been at the company longer, been in the department longer, one is 10 years older than I am, the other is old enough to be my parent.  Since I’m young and eager and dumb, I transferred from my previous job is customer service to this position.   When I worked in customer service, Satan’s child was my boss.  I worked there for a year and a half before I transferred out of that hell hole.  It utterly amazes me how some people become supervisors when they lack any type of qualification to be one.  Oh well, my boss now is a lot nicer, easier to deal with and lets me get away with everything.  He’s been at the company for 30 years, I think I’m going to stick with his department for a while. 

Anyways, I confess I have played hooky.  I waited for a package that was supposed to arrive yesterday and did not.  So I had a migraine again this morning and couldn’t make it in to work.  I did get to have a lovely lunch with my brother who is so busy I hardly get to see him anymore.

Why is it that I feel SO guilty playing hooky?  I know everyone does it.  You might not do it often but once or twice, you’ve said you had the flu or a dentist appointment or claimed to have a sick kid and taken the day off.  I do it once in a great while.  Honestly the last time I remember doing it was 2 years ago.  Whenever I call in I get this awful feeling in my stomach, as if they’re goign to say “Well too bad, you have to come in to work.” Or something?   And when I do call in and it’s for a legitimate reason I almost feel bad.  Why is is that I feel bad about calling in when there are such wretched, horrible people that do so much worse there?

Like I said before, I feel like I sold my soul to the devil for this shitty job.

And that’s why I had to call in sick!

A little bit about me,  I live in the MidWest (YaY for Snow).  I am in my 20s.  Work full time at an insurance company, going to school part time to get a degree.  Live with my boyfriend in an apartment.  We have a dog, a bird and a Playstation.

 I would like to go out on a limb and say that I love my family and I love my boyfriend’s family, but they’re all nuts.  I have come to learn that everyone has a crazy family.  I am the oldest of 3, with 2 younger brothers.  My parents are divorced.  My dad has been going through his midlife crisis by listening to “Rockstar” by Nickleback.  My mom is a hop skip and a jump away from losing her mind at any moments.  I am a combination of both of them. 

 So that’s me for now.  I hope that you find some humor in my opinions about life.