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I realize that the fact that I am writing this blog while at work is ironic and at best  hypocritical however, I cannot help myself. A month and a half ago we were told we’re being let go at the end of August. Any and all professionalism and productivity was promptly tossed out the window. Not one of the windows marked with a little “T” to denote it will safely shatter in an emergency, but a solid heavy glass that shattered with sharp jagged edges and hazardous glass everywhere.

It is boring here. There isn’t much left to do, the outsourced company is picking up most our work and leaving us with little or nothing to do, as they should be. People are answering the phone with food in their mouths, gossiping loudly, complaining unabashedly, walking around doing nothing, there’s a general over all spirit of not working… oh and whistling – did I mention the whistling? You know who whistles silly little tunes? Old men.  Old men and cartoon characters and this one chick who sits behind me who won’t stop whistling no matter how many times I glance in her direction.

No one cares anymore and they aren’t afraid to show it.

I know I’m in a bit of a different situation. I am ready to leave. I am wicked excited to go and be somewhere else doing God wants me to do. I am super pumped that I will be stepping out into my calling soon and very soon… I cannot WAIT to move to England… Jesus let it come…
I also like the people who are taking over for us. I’ve met them, trained them, chatted with them, broken bread (or casserole) with them, laughed, teased and bonded with them. They are a group of hard-working, caring people. A more hard working group of folks then I’ve seen in a long while. So when people are mean or rude or derogatory towards them I wanna stand up and punch them in the throat… ;)

It’s hard for me to be here. On one hand I’m way over this and want to be done just like everyone else here. On the other hand I want to do a good job and go honorably not leaving a wake of destruction and massive clean-up behind me.  What’s a girl to do?

So I work. I come in day after depressing day and do my job. Probably not to the best of my ability but more than half I’d say. I listen to my music, keep my head down and do my job. I want to make sure I get the “re-hireable” stamp on my file when I leave… who knows when I may need to call upon the mighty giant of Colgate again the future.

And I blog. I hope to blog quite a bit more lately… we shall see… ;)