I'm here to Cooperate...

John set up a meeting today with important people in the industry. There are only three of us with the (start-up) company. He always tells everyone he has an office manager, me, who is great at what she does, which is (of course) 100% accurate. That's a blessing but a curse at the same time.

I shouldn't complain, but that's what this blog is for.

With these important people coming in, he wants me to relocate my shit to the front area for the day, like a receptionist. It's really inconvenient because I've settled in my office for two months now, and I really like my privacy. I can still be a receptionist without actually sitting where traditional receptionists are. Not just that, he needs my help every 10 minutes, so now we will spend more time walking than working. In addition to that, I do side HR duties, which means a lot of confidential, so I think I am entitled to an actual office.

Anyway, being the nice person I am, I didn't put up a fight. I just agreed to relocate...and he'll use this opportunity to tell me to stay at the relocation permanently.

I'm going to embrace the potential change. My screen will now be completely on its back, which now means I have plenty of time to exit out of whatever I'm doing. I will be next to the edge, which means no more hovering my back. oh gosh, the harassment will have to be on a separate entry.

On top of all of this, we have this training that he sits in the same room with me for the whole time. That's like going on a 2 hour date with the most annoying person you can ever think of and 100% of the time, you're just like "wtf am I doing here" and "I can't wait for this to be over."

I've realized that me, and many people, love working, just not the part of working with certain people. This was why doing laborious garden work for refugees and immigrants was kind of fun. The work was hard, but they had each other to motivate and enjoy it.

To sum it up, money truly doesn't buy happiness.