My job recently became a lot less challenging than it used to be, as if I just started improving my skills, but the job difficulty plummetted.
Then my pal (hereinafter known as the Undictator, for reasons having to deal with a real bad groaner of a pun based on his name) sends me a picture of him today at work. He’s running around a movie set with a pair of fake 12-gauge shotguns, screaming his head off at something: aliens, government troops, Manimals, whatever.
I’ve asked to move to a new, more challenging position, but I’ve heard bupkiss so far.
I’m so bored.
But, since my husband has been laid off this week from an airlines…I am looking at my job in a new light and I am just glad I have one at all.