Trapped

After two weeks in a row of travel and four-day work weeks, you would think I’d come back to the office refreshed and ready to tackle the marketing world. You would think I’d have a good attitude. I believe in those. After all, they can make or break you.

But instead, I feel stripped and raw. It’s sunny and 90 degrees outside in Los Angeles, too hot and too soon. The sun and bright sky give me hope but the heat is almost crushing and here I am sitting inside my drab gray cube and I’m feeling a bit trapped.

But I am not complaining—that is, to anyone but you. Our little secret, yes? *smile.* I do believe that I am in control and that if I am not happy, I shall seek happiness elsewhere, but that is difficult to do in this job market. It’s difficult to pick yourself up every day. To sift through the daily doldrum of a job that makes you, often, want to scream. To scrape your sanity off the floor and thank yourself when others do not do it for you.

A part of me, a small part, wishes she could hit a fast forward button and push to Q4, or even 2010, when there might be a tiny shred of a chance that I can make an escape.

And that’s it. That’s all.