Chasing Bliss

Working in government is incredibly hard work.

Case in point: In less than a week I have felt obliged to attend:

1 x Going Away Drinks
2 x Morning Teas
1 x Farewell Lunch
1 x Afternoon Tea

Time to whip out the stretchy pants? I think so! At the very least I’m sure I’ll soon have to convince one of the testosterone swinging males at police headquarters to remove the arms from my office chair so that I don’t get stuck in it. It’s starting to feel like all you have to do is blow your nose and the public service celebrates it with a morning tea. There’s clearly some kind of deep dark feeder fantasy floating around government charading as “office bonding”. Bonding schmonding I tell you. These hips can’t take it no more!

I’ve been listening to Janelle Monae - The ArchAndroid on repeat for two days now. It’s beautiful. Her hair and I are deeply involved.

I’ve been working in hospitality for longer than I care to disclose (mainly because I’ve been a uni student for longer than I care to disclose), and I have to admit I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with the whole industry.

LOVE the people, the pay, the tips, the ability to call in sick knowing that the world will keep on spinning, sleeping in on a monday morning, being able to go to the shops when the Brisbane youth are in school (heaven) and the parties…oh yes…the parties!

HATE customers/patrons/members of the general public/customer service in its entirety! This is essentially one hate, however I deem it large enough to balance out the many likes.

It’s all about to change though *gasp*. That’s right, Jessica’s getting a “grown up job”. Not just a grown up job. A grown up job in government! Two days a week, around my uni classes, daytime hours, NO WEEKENDS, I repeat NO WEEKENDS. I suppose I should also consider, no more mid week sleep ins, no more random mid week coast days, no more sickies, no inebriation before work. But still, it’s a step away from being stuck in a directionless limbo. A step towards a career. Definately a step in the right direction.

I’d best be puttin’ on my responsible pants and practicing that serious face.