I know I should write about myself. As if I'm writing into a journal. At least, that's what I set out to do when I started this blog. But how can I write about myself when NOTHING happens?
Well, not NOTHING. More like nothing INTERESTING.
Who wants to hear about my day at work? Who needs to sleep?
I do not have an interesting job. I enter orders. When I'm not doing that, I'm preparing proposals for clients to upgrade their older (obsolete) system to the newest system (the company I work for sells access control systems). On top of those, once a week I enter time (for billing purposes). Apparently I did it faster than the girl who was hired to do it, so I got the job back (lucky me).
Sort of confirms what a former boss of mine said: "You do good work, your reward is more work."
Funny thing is, I wasn't hired to do all that stuff (except for the proposals). I was hired to create databases (via Access), to aid in reporting. I did do that at first, but not so much anymore (Because I did such a good job and they don't need anymore help? I don't know). So they look for more stuff for me to do.
I'm okay with it as long as I don't have to talk to the customer. I work in sales support, not sales (I don't sell). And as much as I bemoan the job (because let's face it, I'd rather write), it sure beats working in accounting. I don't think I ever want to go back to that life.
I guess I should just be glad I have a job. A job that aids in my future retirement. But in eight years (when the house is paid for) or the day I hit the lottery or when I've sold multiple books (whichever comes first) is the day I can say "I quit!"
I sure hope I can say it before eight years have passed.