What's the point?

Every time I feel good about something, nobody says anything.

I know this sounds stupid. I know I should do it for me. But still.

It's like there's no support at all.

I haven't come by here in some time. To anyone who actually reads these, I'm sorry about that. Life has been topsy-turvy.

I've put off saying anything in here that hasn't been positive, which often leads to me writing nothing at all. This might sound cranky, but if you consider your local paper, it makes sense. What is more interesting, a trainwreck, or someone finding ten bucks? I'm gonna bet the trainwreck.

As I get older, I see that I'm not and never will be perfect, or the ideal person to a lot of people. That doesn't bother me terribly, since I have a good circle of friends who usually can accept that, and me, for both the good and bad that I bring. I know I complain sometimes. When I didn't complain, everyone was upset, and called me a doormat. I'm not certain what the impass is there, but I feel better when I complain, because it takes a load off of me.

I've also decided that I dislike being around people I barely know who think it is alright to harass me or tease me for my shortcomings. Thanks, I know I'm not a history major.  I don't like third edition Dungeons and Dragons, and pompous people make me uncomfortable. I apologise for occasionally not knowing what people are talking about (but honestly, this does not make me an idiot. Please don't talk to me like I am one.). Forgive me for not knowing how to read numbers.  I dislike it when someone isolates a group of people because of one who happens to be there. I don't really like the high school set of rules that certain people are just better than others. I can accept that my lifestyle, and who I am, does not fit everyone else. So I'd rather not be privy to these groups and face critism from people I barely know.  It's okay not to like someone. It's a bit cruel not to say so to their face.  And when someone is down, and they lean on you, its a little mean to hold it over them later and make them feel worse.

You know, this might be hard to believe, but I'm a pretty okay person. Sometimes when I draw it looks decent. I'll listen to your problems, and I'd like to go for coffee. I'm pretty honest and I'll forgive almost anything as long as someone apologises.   I believe that friendships can overcome any barrier you put down, as long as both parties will talk *nicely* to each other. I'm currently not angry at anyone for anything.  The people in my life are good people, even if we're not friends.  I love everyone in my circle, even if you say mean things to me, even if you talk about how whiny I am, even if you don't like me;  I don't give a damn. There's enough hate in the world, and I love you. You can deal with that, you grumps. :P

All said, I've had a really good year. I met some great people. I'm crossing barriers; I finally made friends at work.  We're doing things together. The book got published, and some people bought it. I don't have any money, but I have my heart, and that will carry me anywhere.

I'm going to finish College soon, and then I'll be off to University. In a little over two years, I'll have my degree. I'll be teaching.  I talked my mother out of a bad situation, my husband and I are celebrating our third wedding anniversary, and my brother has joined the Navy. I'm so proud of Rob. He's grown up a lot, and he's making something out of himself.   I've been employed as an ESL tutor! In Vancouver! I'm hoping I can carry that a bit further.

Anyway, I just wanted to get all that out. I mean no offense to anyone who might be offended by it, I just can't say these things out loud very well.

Love you all,

Christine

I drew this at work. Cause I'm awesome. 

Tags: comic, work

And I'm not even really a receptionist!

No, not really. 

This is sarcasm, is what. (I'm so clever.)

Agh! Why do they keep putting me here? It's not like I have nothing to do. The piles downstairs keep getting bigger and bigger. And then I sit up here and everyone's giving me looks like I'm not doing anything, but there's shit all to do here, seriously. D:   It's not like I can bring the file room up here.

If you've ever seen Dead Like Me you can probably compare me to Georgia Lass. I have a similar attitude at work when given stupid tasks.

And I'd be doing something if I could be where I'm supposed to be!

Anyway, whatever, I'm a temp, so who cares?  Except I've been up here for like, half an hour, and already someone's yelled at me on the phone and CSC transferred a call that they shouldn't have.

Me: - company greeting-
CSC- Hi, I have a call from a totally unrelated department. Can you take it?
Me: Ur- Sure, but- I'm not that extension. This is reception.
CSC- Usually we transfer to you, and then you transfer to the extension.
Me: Right.  Which is what?
CSC- Well, I don't know. Can you take the call?

So I take the call, and transfer this woman to the lucky choice of the first button I push on the call display, cause hell, it's not like I have a list or know where these people go.

I hope that lady found who she was looking for, cause she sure didn't know who that was when she called.

Then some lady yelled at me because she was transferred to someone's voicemail. She hangs up on the VM and calls back to complain.

Lady: I'm outraged at being transferred to voicemail.
Me: I'm sorry.  (hot tip- not really.)
Lady: Well, what's your explaination?
Me: Er- she's on the phone? 
Lady: Tell her it's important!
Me: Let me try her extension again.

So I transferred her to VM again.  BECAUSE YOU CAN USUALLY ONLY TALK TO ONE PERSON AT A TIME. D:

Also, I don't know where or who these people are. And why the hell should I cater to some bitch's demands?

How the hell do I keep getting brought back up here? Is everyone honestly this stupid?  Am I responding accordingly? 

Anyway, it's an exciting morning. :3

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-Chris